[Makie's always had a better eye for weapons than people, it seems. Normally, she'd be far more polite-- offer the man a politely empty smile of greeting and return to drinking her tea, but he's the first person she's seen blatantly carrying a weapon-- and one that seems like it could be from home, besides.
Her gaze drops down to the scabbard, both in admiration for its decoration and an automatic attempt to try and place the patterning on it as belonging to any household she knows of. Sorry for...kinda staring at your sword, Shuda.]
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Her gaze drops down to the scabbard, both in admiration for its decoration and an automatic attempt to try and place the patterning on it as belonging to any household she knows of. Sorry for...kinda staring at your sword, Shuda.]