Wulfric picked up on the whisper of the proxy that had not spoken to him. "Stalker? Care to expand on that?" Then, his attention shifted onto the boy's katana. "That is not very practical a weapon. You see, easterners had to make blades the way the did because of how shoddy their Iron ores were and how simplistic their techniques." Saying this, Wulfric unsheated his beautifully straight sword with scalpel sharp edge. "Here's a real, proper, German weapon. Maybe you would like to learn? I'm quite the accomplished wielder."