A yes, the gentle voice of the maiden a little bit behind him. He smiled to her as he turned his head, nodding approvingly.<br/>"<span style="color: darkslategray">Milady, it would be an honor to have this cursed jaw properly patched by your hands. Once we get to a more stable place, I will request of you holding your promise.</span>" He spoked, in such gentle and kind tone. For such was his ways, Lennart was a well spirited being. A rarity among his kin some would say. Apothecaries tends to be quite formal, but other than that most forsaken tend to be a little gruff and rude.<br/>Turning his head forward once more, he heard Vinade's words. Oh how it warmed his cold body to hear her gratitude! But yes, she was right. He was not leading them to the standard blacksmiths. The reason alone why he wished he would only need to guide his client there without the rest.<br/>He moved closer to the lady next to her, whispering in a low tone as the two of them kept pace ahead of the rest. As he spoke his cold breath graced her face with his near presence, himself hoping the stitches would not fall off in a moment like this.<br/>"<span style="color: darkslategray">You're a cunning lady, miss Vinadine. Your wits are as sharp as your blade. You see, in a little more.... Shall we say, secluded area. We can find blacksmiths willing to do their duty cheaper and even with stronger metals. Ever wanted your own black iron armor? I happen to know where we could acquire that very easily. Now don't worry, you have me as your assurance.</span>"<br/><br/>He leaned away from Vinadine's face once he had told her the secret, smiling to himself and acted as the words was never spoken.<br/>The group was getting deeper into the war quarters. And they were closing into the alley where a certain hidden door could be found. But not yet there, maybe the other in the company would want to go to the tavern and go ahead?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>