As Othen had smiled at her wider and wider, Branna found that she couldn’t help but smile back at him. And then he laughed, a booming, cheerful, sort of sound and she found that she was drawn in to laughing along with him,, her own more of a light trilling sound, despite the heads she could see turning in their direction. Life wouldn’t be half as interesting if you didn’t occasionally get stared at for laughing. Better that than something more embarrassing.

“Be that the case, I’m pretty sure you could do some decent damage if you simply [i]dropped[/i] something on an enemy. Like a boulder, for instants,” Branna responded with a cheeky grin, briefly pantomiming lifting something heavy over her head and dropping it onto an unsuspecting foe. Chuckling softly, she dropped her arms to the table.

As the conversation shifted to Othen’s project, her head tilted slightly to one side. Steel like that sounded almost too good to be true.Then again, she was no expert in metal quality. For all she knew, this harder steel was well known among the merchants.

“I might have to get me such a sword at one point. If I can afford it that is,“ she amended, not sure if her salary would be enough.

When Othen seemed to perk up at her Sharing information that she did some exploration, Branna couldn’t help but smile. It was almost like a child getting excited over a present. A very large child. The imagery made her almost laugh, but she just managed to hold back the impulse.

“Thank you for that. I’ve had some people tell me otherwise,“ she admitted, brushing a piece of her hair that had come undone from her braid off of her face. “And no, I wouldn’t mind some company. I don’t have any current jobs lined up and have been meaning to travel into some unsettled areas.“

Briefly taking a drink from her cup, she then asked, “When will you be wanting to head out?”