<strong><span class="bbc_u">~Kamaria~</span></strong><br/><br/>Her eyes followed the man that called her 'one of dem drows'. She could've snarled at the man, but silence better suited the tension between her eyes and his, until the door closed behind him. Her attention twisted back around to the other, the man in charge. Kamaria walked up to the counter, running her fingers over the blade he'd pulled forth after he had moved away from it. She was glad the human could read the disapproval on her face. This<em>thing</em>was a shiny toy for the dull minded. People easily influenced by beautiful things that looked good. Her fingers traced the edge, and blood was not drawn. A simple line was made on her skin, but only because of the touch. In a few moments her finger looked absolutely normal. The blade was dull. She couldn't pare a peach with a blade like that.<br/><br/>Kamaria turned her head and pushed a lock of silvery white hair behind her ear, folding her arms across her chest and unconsciously letting her hips shift to the right a bit. Her mind had already concocted what blade she desired long ago.<br/><br/>"Not heavy, but not light. Something with weight; I need a sword that with momentum can be fatal. Double edged, preferably with a disarming hook at the blade hilt. But again, that's a preference, and not a demand. I do not need anything fancy, a straight blade. If by preference, one that narrows just barely at the center and tapers out to be wider before sloping into the tip. I favor having a bit more weight near the tip so that it is almost balanced with the hilt."<br/><br/>The drow approached him, but stood back and leaned against the counter, watching his fingers fumble over the keys.<br/><br/>"How long have you been in the business of blacksmithing?"