"I fondle is a lead up to a night with a stable maid Miss Sword", Jerrick corrected her as she rummaged through his things. Most of what she would find would be discarded or forgotten clothes of of the barmaids, prostitutes, bards, and dancers that hadded bedded or partied with him.<br/><br/>Jerrick Looked down to his own sword, it served him well enough. Then the thought struck him. She couldn't use herself.<br/><br/>"It sounds like miss sword, that you need somebody to wield you. it sounds like you may be powerful, but only under certain conditions", he inquires walking opposite of her sword. She winked, but he'd hear of sentient weapons having spells and spell like abilities. This might be such the case. Eitherway, he was not the type to ever face any sort of challenge without his swagger. "I don't have the any clue to what your abilities are, and as you can see I have a fine blade, I also happen to know quite a many men who would pay for sword that changed into a petite lass such as yourself", he told her as he watched her pick some clothing. "So enlighten me, because a fondle doesn't sound like much of a bargain", he told her.