It might have been slightly amusing at the shock in the girl's voice about the mere concept of a boat, if it wasn't also a stark example of how little she knew of Thedas. Of course, this was not so odd. So few Dwarves even left their underground homes, and those who did were never allowed to return. Perhaps this one had left recently, though why was another question. She would not pry unless she felt it might be required for the job. In all honesty she preferred to know as little as possible about other people. She had never grown close to anyone in the past two years, and though there were some who may have put a few cracks in her armor, so to speak, these were heavily outweighed by the sheer numbers of people who would take advantage of a lone female traveller. She was no fool.
Clearly, the Dwarf knew about blades and Imenry shifted to pull the sword from it's leather scabbard across her back. It was heavy, but the weight of it was satisfying, and her hands knew the grip of the handle intimately. Though it brought with it painful memories, she stubbornly shifted those away and concentrated on the shimmering line of silverite that made a balanced blade.
"It was my father's blade," She explained and examined the surface carefully, though she tended daily to it before bedding down, in case of a knick or scratch she may have missed. It had cut down many people, but no trace of blood remained behind at the moment.
"Silverite Claymore, and forged by one of the finest smiths my village has ever known, so he claimed, but he was dead before I was born."
The handguard and grip were carved in an intricate pattern, a dragon, it's broad wings curled outward, it's body formed of steel and wood to make the handle. Words in some ancient tongue were etched there as well, though their meaning had been lost long ago, before the village, when her people had been simply nomadic clans- as the stories told. Her eyes flickered back to the Dwarf, focusing on the task at hand.
"You cannot know the worth of a warrior simply upon sight however." Her teeth were a flash of white, a whisper of a smile that passed before it even came. "I can assure you that this sword is nearly an extension of myself, and that I wield it well. Should you want a demonstration... I am not sure what we could arrange." She shifted slightly, looking back down the mountain path. "I usually travel alone and I am still alive, despite the dangers that seem to stalk the roads of Thedas like a sickness." Imenry turned back towards the other woman, looking down at her questioningly. "Do you accept my offer or not?"