Ginto watched with obvious fascination and amazement as the metal shavings Trey used for his joints stuck to his hand. She made an appreciative noise, barely stopping herself from clapping her hands in awe at the display. She turned around, heading towards the counter. A quick motion caught her eye, watching as the shopkeeper -- or was it the blacksmith? Maybe both? Better not to ask him that -- caught what looked to be a stack of Lien thrown at him without even looking. Her eyes followed the origin of the Lien and saw a woman in blue making her way out of the shop. 

Ginto barely caught the woman’s face, but she thought it was attractive. The way the woman held herself was a bit mysterious as well. Or, perhaps, Ginto thought that way because of the books she had been reading. She shook her head from those thoughts before approaching the man behind the counter. “Good day,” she began, her face returning to her ‘default mean face’ as her team leader called it, “I was told that I can pick up a delivery here. Dust grenades, to be exact. Is it available to be picked up right now? Oh, and my name’s Ginto Gestirn, by the way.”