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Vilkas caught the subtext Volaire was putting out. He shrugged at it, not too concerned. If the man wanted to talk, he would. [color=0047ab]"We all have our secrets."[/color] He took a seat for himself and began to eat, noticing Stephanie had entered. He gave a short wave, grunted at Voltaire's harsh words and then his eyes were drawn to the young woman's sword. From his perspective, it was much too large for her. She was not built like a warrior, so why wield such a hefty blade. He would have pictured her with a refined weapon, one of grace like a rapier or that takes advantage of her size, like a dagger. He himself wore a saxe knife forged from dark steel. It was heavily enchanted to return to him if he lost it and held an air enchantment that could summon a whirlwind. His own blade, Ascension was in his room, as he didn't generally like wearing it all the time.

Glancing at the weapon, Vilkas sensed fire enchants, which further confused him. [color=0047ab]"For one so... Open, I would have pictured you with water or air as your element of choice.. Fire is much more... Brash than you seem to be. Would you mind if I take a look at your blade? I'll be gentle with it."[/color] The artificer in Vilkas was intrigued by the weapon. It was a strange design and seemed a bit malicious in nature. While the Anubis may know more about enchantments on accessories, Vilkas had years learning the trade of the smith, working with his father and grandfather at the forge, working with metals.