Pizza Parlor: Pippin and Kratos
Pippin wasn't aware she wasn't making herself clear. Her university was back east in Ipswich, Massachusetts. The town had the reputation that Repose lived up to. She had seen and experienced more in the small amount of time she'd been here than she had in the four years of college. Needless to say, she loved it here.
Kratos was huge and expressionless. Pippin was getting used to that. One of her brothers was like that, but not the huge part. It was an art, learning to read someone like that. Pippin hadn't mastered it, but she knew enough that if she needed clarification she'd ask.
Green eyes watched his finger, and she figured out what he was trying to say. "Oh! The person who forged it etched sigils or runes into it creating an eldritch connection with whoever owns it! Wow." She looked positively awed. "I've heard and read about mystical artifacts of war but I've never seen one let alone one in action. That is so...awesome!"