She stopped where she was, turning round fully to stand before the rogue, eyes scanning over him as he swung the unfortunate head under one of his arms. Eyeing the equipment and tools on display in the folds of his many cloaks, perhaps she was impressed, or just not sure what to make of it, or the implications of his words, though the response from Moaria made it all too clear. From the corner of her deathly gaze, she made out the faintest of sparks from the woman's fingers, a soft cringe racking through her bones, not just that however, a sudden chill ran down her forearm, as if reacting to a possible threat.<br/><br/>“To answer your question.. rogue, for I have no better way of calling you at present.. I have not given it much thought, I was merely interested in picking something sturdy that would ward against blows.. as for technicalities.. not a clue, all the rage now? Is it a new craft? As you can probably tell, I haven't had the 'pleasure' of talking to a lot of people..” her tone was picking up. Was she getting comfortable? She could not tell, but the voice inside had won over for the time being.<br/><br/>She rolled her shoulders a bit, sliding off the plate pauldrons that had rested against them, one with several slashes halfway through the thick metal, she stretch a little, now without the fear of impaling her cheek on the decorative spikes, speaking as she did this “though, if you to suggest it, perhaps id have the gold to purchase such armour.”<br/><br/>At the intent look she could feel from the rogue, she returned it with he own studying gaze, a sudden desire to 'size' him up, that chill in her forearm still there. Unlike a warrior, she had far more tricks to wield, was this rogue gauging her up? Was she doing the same, that smile was back, the voice within quiet as she studied.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>