Miyuki caught the man's observations, nodding as she noted his words and expressions. She silently thanked the smith who gave her this sword, smiling slightly at how she paid him for the weapon during their last hour together. The way the smith handled the weapon, Miyuki could tell that he respected the sword, was someone she could trust with to improve on the weapon. No man who emanates such love for these weapons could do a bad job, or even take up such a job if they felt they would damage it.<br/><br/><strong><em>"You're not from the faded lands are you?  Did you come in from the jungles of Mara?"</em></strong><br/><br/>Miyuki shook her head, as she checked the grip of the sword. Indeed, it was slightly worn, the cloth which made up the grip showing some signs of deterioration. During her travels, Miyuki wore the sword by her side, knowing that any danger would disallow her to search through her bag for the weapon. Eventually, the elements took their toll, and Miyuki would not risk hurting her own hands or a compromised grip in her adventure.<br/><br/><strong>"Ah, no no. Neither from the faded lands nor Mara. Instead we call our homeland Shinano, and our Katana, the name we call our blades, are typically made of this design. My weapon is actually a slightly lighter version of the real katana, which could be wielded with two hands."</strong><br/><br/>Miyuki took note of the smith's offer to give her blade a good polishing, and agreed with the proposal to take some notes of the weapon. It would help them to understand her weapon better, and in the worst case when her sword breaks, she could find a replacement here if they were able to emulate the weapon to a respectable degree.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh, I won't mind leaving it here till evening. I'm sure that you will be able to understand it better after spending some time observing it. Perhaps if you'd ever manage to create and sell these blades, it might be a good business for you. I might even ask for a cut of the profits!"</strong>Miyuki added with a laugh, indicating that she was not actually serious. Placing the weapon on the table, the bard took a look around, before turning back to Jevin.<br/><br/><strong>"I'll be going out into the Wilds soon. I'm wondering if you would accept perhaps weapons from the defeated enemies? Or are there any resources which the smithies would be interested in for me to sell?"</strong>