Location: Sandpoint<br/>With: Misti Amala (and crowd)<br/>Status: HP 10/10; AC 14, Touch 12, Flat 13; CMD 10; Fort +4, Ref +3, Will +0; Perception +6; Init +1<br/><br/>Intense green eyes looked up at her from behind those perfectly polished goggles, admiring not just the beauty of her weapon, but herself as well. With a delighted grin and a bit of an excited hop at hearing his racial tongue, he'd gleefully return a<strong>"Well met good neighbor!" </strong><br/><br/>Switching back to common along with her.<strong>"A musket you say? That is a name I've not heard before! Oh yes I've heard firearm, and of course gun, but musket is new!"</strong>The questions would then begin excitedly flowing from his mouth<strong>"Are there many different types of firearms? Do most wielders restore and craft their own? Your's is amazing, you should be quite proud! How difficult are they to use? Is the recoil severe?"</strong>As he spoke, he was constantly shifting to the right and left where he stood, leaning about to steal peeks at the musket slung over her shoulder.<strong>"Oh no! Of course not, of course not. Safety first!"</strong>in response to her reference of showing him the weapon's operation.<strong> "When would be your earliest convenience? Later on today? Possibly tomorrow? Oh I can't wait, the stories and tales I've heard about these magnificent weapons, truly fascinating!"</strong><br/><br/>He finally paused in his stream of questions and rambling when it finally donned on him that she had introduced herself and he realized she was sticking out her hand. He took her hand within his smaller gloved one, offering it several excited shakes before then leaning over and placing a soft kiss to the top of her hand<strong>"I am Dalkaer Lenerf! Pleasure to meet you Miss Amala!"</strong>He would release her hand, unfortunately likely leaving a bit of ash behind from the layered patches tainting his glove. He'd return to studying the musket with his eyes while pondering all the possibilities.