<span style="color: #FF0000">Fenharel watched as Tasia walked away, feeling strangely unbalanced. He turned his attention back to Simon when he heard him speak up again. He inspected the knife, tossing it up in the air then catching it with two fingers by the blade.<br/><br/>"Ah, perfect. I'm impressed with the speed and quality of your work, now I know who to come to while I'm in the area. Have a good day," he said, dropping some gold coins onto the counter.<br/><br/>At that precise moment, another woman walked in and asked Simon to repair a knife for her. Fenharel instinctively tried to cross-examine her...<br/><br/>... unsuccessfully.<br/><br/>Deciding to mind his own business this time, he nodded once more to Simon and walked out of the shop.</span>