"You would think, at some point, the grand majority of people would realize how ridiculous it is to be upset with the messenger. My news is mostly that someone commissioned my father and I for a new weapon and they get jealous about it."

She sighs and shakes her head, but her gaze quickly shoots up back to Ben, taking his appearance in. He's got the right kind of build for a weapon, perhaps something like a sword. It's a prospect that gets her mind racing.

"Far ahead, but I could certainly make you something if I had the time and materials. If it can be made by hand, I can bring it forth from metal, leather, and sinew." She nods and offers a hand to shake. "Lysandra. What do you usually fight with, Ben?"