Ithalin smirked at the girl's response.<span style="color: #b30000">"Oh, dear, don't worry. It'd only be a little taste, I have no intention of killing you. You're our medic, after all." </span>Falling silent as Heinrich started up, the undead joined the old elf in his admiration of the collection. Nodding at the appropriate points in the man's speech, he waited until he seemed to be completely done to respond once again in Teutari.<span style="color: #b30000">"Hm, well. Not opposed to a quick spar, though the Void only knows how long we'll still be in this rotting husk of a fortress. My main intention was to take one of your beauties off to war, or battle, or slaughter, whichever one of those we're going to find on the other side of the portal."</span><br/><br/>Walking forward, he took his own closer inspection of the collection, walking it up and down, reaching out occasionally to feel a particularly interesting piece. Deciding it might save some time to walk and talk, he did exactly that, picking up where he left off as he peered at an oddly-shaped dagger, the blade recurving like a scythe.<span style="color: #b30000">"I find them all of interest, my good man. I am like, how do they say, a child in a salughterhouse. So many delightful instruments."</span>Clicking his tongue, he followed it with a chuckle before pressing on.<span style="color: #b30000">"I think, though, since these blades were dulled for training, and, as I said, I have no idea what my timeframe is, in order to sharpen them, I'll have to forgo my usual choice of a halberd, and opt for a mace."</span>He paused for a moment, shaking his head.<span style="color: #b30000">"On second thought, a warhammer might be a better choice. Less likely that I'll break it by swinging it too fast into something very hard. As for specific design, well. I'll leave that to you, as I don't know much about the craftmanship behind your 'lads'. Something heavy for you, I think, would be optimal for me."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>