Jillia looked down at the kitsune and wrinkles her nose.  "I mentioned handling a cudgel, not a twig."  She winked to take the hurt out of the barb, it was offered in friendly tone.<br/><br/>She glanced back at the arms merchant, "No nails, please sir, if I wanted them dead, I'd just use things I already have."  She touched the sheath of her bastard sword affectionately.  "Really, a shillelagh or a fighting staff will do fine."