<div class="floatleft">(http://www.timweske.com/images/weapons/pic28-l.jpg)</div>The arrival to the island was regarded without much fan fare by Akara who was still a bit in shock from the discussion with a dragon who could be her king. She was so far out of her element she couldn't even see it anymore. The small childish part of her wanted to cover her face with her hands and just hide for a while until the world made sense again, alas she couldn't give in to such desires.<br/><br/>Instead Akara's gaze was distant and she communicated little. She followed Angela, Ayria Tarot listening but making no comment. She herself was thinking. Her people had legends of dragon slayers as well as riders, ones that seemed far more likely after seeing the images in the caves but she'd never given them thought or credence before. In fact she'd found them so fantastic she'd barely given them notice. Now she kinda wished she'd paid a bit more attention to the old stories spun for children.<br/><br/>In the marble building Akara's attention wondered a bit but her attention was drawn once more by Angela and the disagreement she was having. She moved closer and listened in her gaze lingering on the set and odd sense of desire slipping through her but she brushed it away. At the mention of training Akara smirked placing a hand on her shoulder. "You couldn't have trained with that blade anyway but we'll find you something just as nice for you to use once you have the skill to actually handle it."<br/><br/>Akara hid her interest in the gauntlet the man had mentioned. To her is sounded like some sort of competition but she refrained from asking question yet. Instead she walked around looking at everything from exotic weapons to shields and trinkets but it was the various blades that drew most of her attention. Most were too heavy or not the right style for her but one set stood out.<br/><br/>The blades looked like they held a piece of the sky and when she drew near she could almost smell the dry heat of her home. Her fingertips drew forward to caress the blade of the one with the bird head worked into the hilt but she drew back at the last moment her fingertips curling into a fist before she drew back her arm so it rested against her body. Her gaze traced the curve of each blade and she noticed how the image in the blade wavered a bit if she stared at it.<br/><br/>The longer she looked the more her desire for them grew and so did the certainty that she had nothing of worth to trades for them. She had a string of gold around her waist and her signet ring in her boot but nothing she could trade with.<br/><br/>A bit annoyed that she had vast wealth across an ocean rendered useless when she actually wanted it she turned away to look to the others to see if they'd found anything of interest and to once more look for the man who'd addressed Angela. They'd need a place to stay here and since he was so far the only one around he would serve well to point them in the direction of someone they could speak too about arranging their stay there.