Her face lit up when they brought out what looked like an anchor. It felt so good to be reunited with... This?

Back to confusion. It was an anchor but it didn't look like hers. It was much less rusty and sharpened to boot. She craned her head to the side as she dwelt deeply upon the subject.

[i]Aha![/i] She arrived at a conclusion. [i]This must be someone else's anchor! But then that means...[/i]

"I guueess my aanchoorr issnn't here thennn." She looked over this particular anchor. "Thiis is a nnice gifft thoouugh. I'll hoolld onnto this anchor unntill I finnd mmy oowwnn."

That being said she waited for the lizard fellows to complete their engravings, curious as to what they were doing.

"Thaannk yoouu foor this aannchoor thoouugh." The thanked them, resting a hand on the head of the anchor while they worked. She had yet to try it out. She hoped that it handled like her old one at least, she was well accustomed to how it was balanced. She was already winding the chain which connected to it's shackle around her right arm, the supporting arm to her dominant hand which would control the weapon from higher up on the shank.

Now all she needed to do was find some armor and she'd be set.