Nadir looked up briefly- rolling his eyes, though it was harder to tell when you had only one to roll- and he looked over to Ezra, who continued to grin cheekily. "Oh yes. We wasted eight hours of our lives getting that thing. I'll go get it?" he asked innocently. He couldn't have been happier if he had a tail to wag.

"Go get it," Nadir said with a long-suffering sigh. Ezra straightened up and saluted before sauntering off. Nadir watched after him for a moment before turning his attention back to Eileen.

"Yes, the real sword. A little knicked, but there's nothing I can do about that without a forge." He looked at her sharply. "...you know what that means, right?"