"Killing me would defeat the purpose of saving me." she replied with a wink. The forge caught her attention first, it was large, obviously used to forge weapons of varying degrees. Sure enough her attention was drawn towards the numerous amounts of weapons along the walls of the hall, several had grabbed her attention, swords mostly. Though they were not her prefered weapon, they did appear to make fabulous ornamental decorations should she ever desire to want a couple for her room. Her eyes fell upon the most beautiful dagger she had ever seen, the curve of the blade spoke to her heart, it was forged perfectly; so perfectly that the blade could enter flesh and tear it, causing more damage as it was removed from the body. The handle was simple enough, though the intricate carvings were soothing to her eyes, it was clear to her this weapon was forged for her. She made her way to it, wishing to get a better look at the weapon, "For now, Haeson, you may call me Songstress." she replied, bending over a little to examine the dagger with her eyes. She noticed the blade shone with the fires of the forge in the hall, making it even more beautiful than before, "If you feel obliged to reward me, Haeson, might I ask for this beauty to be it? I have never seen a more perfect and beautiful blade in my life, and I've seen a great deal of them." she said, turning her head back to the gremlin.