Naomi volunteers to haggle with the elderly blacksmith.

"Yes, um - well I... well. Ahem. As far as I'm concerned, weaponry is our utmost priority! It's all well and good for you sneaky types, but I need something with a bit more heft to it."

Xinae smirked again, still face down on the table. "From what I heard about Garron the smith, it does have some real heft to it, despite his age. Apparently he'd be very happy to prove it to you, too, heh heh." If she wanted to get a rise out of Naomi, she failed. The words went right over the noble's head, her education more focused on translating Elven than translating innuendoes.

Cal looked a little uncertain however. "Hmm, perhaps I had better go instead. Sometimes you can be a little... unguarded, my lady. Remember the time those 'injured soldiers' persuaded you to massage their - "

"Yes yes, Calli, and I learnt a... valuable lesson that day. I'm sure this blacksmith is an honourable man, and I shall be on my highest guard besides! Not to mention, my excellent education in estate finances will give me the advantage in lowering the price, and avoiding any funny business!"

As Naomi confidently stomped out of the tavern she tried to ignore the little voice shouting after her, "Try not to spend the whole afternoon handing out titwanks to anyone who asks nicely, this time~!"

Refusing to let Xinae get under her skin, she breathed deeply, trying to enjoy the peaceful weather and moderately charming town. She had never spent much time in the countryside before now, except on the occasional family holiday. The light breeze felt pleasantly fresh on her face, and the sky was a beautiful shade of blue... She tried to ignore the few townspeople brazen enough to openly stare at her, especially the ones licking their lips. It was understandable that a lady such as herself, with good posture, smooth skin, and yes, a somewhat unusually healthily-sized bosom, should draw attention in a place that had never seen a noble. It's true that her armour was magically reinforced by her family's finest magewrights, so despite its powerful protection it did show a fair amount of her tight tunic underneath, and even some of her milky, freckled skin here and there. She shouldn't be surprised, she told herself, as she headed towards the smithy's isolated hill.