Maybe I'll fuck your mouth with a claw hammer Leir said silently to himself. He had a lazy smile on, mostly because Aeotha's hair smelled nice. But also because he knew they were all getting close. Maybe not to the end, or their end, but rather close to something else--the sort of thing that eludes specific language. And he was fascinated by it, and maybe threatened.
"About your weapon, the new one.. Should I ask where you got it, or rather, how it was made?"
"I heard about that," Leir piped up. His eyes dragged over the belongings on the table, looking for something new and out of place. "Made a big show, so I'm told."