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[Trevelt]

Trevelt kept his feet moving and his eyes straight as he listened to the girl. She clearly had a deep dislike of Sailors, for some reason or another. This he may have to inquire about later on. After her answer she still held a angrily determined stare ahead as she muttered something Trevelt couldn't begin to understand.

"I ask simply to keep this from getting stale," he said as he inclined his head to look at Sami. His lips bending into a light smile. She displayed confidence and a belief in her power he hadn't seen in many, she could be quite valuable in the future, he thought as his smile deepened with a malicious intent for a but a moment before he caught himself. Quickly lightening it and turning forward again. "It interests me that you are here of all places, especially alone," he said thinking back to the fact that he was here alone as well.

"No traps," he said as he raised his hands in a motion of innocence. That confidence was showing through again. She clearly had some combat experience, he could see that from both the manner she held herself in and the condition of her body. His pace slowed as they reached the final stretch before reaching his intended destination. The temple itself stood not but a few lengths ahead. He had only been there a few times before but it still held up now in its appearance.

He stopped now. He had pushed the noise to the back of his head this far, but maybe now was a good time to ask. "Pardon me for asking but what might that noise be that follows you," he inquired as he turned to the girl. His eyes questioning her as he sized her up once again.

[Sami]

His words left a dumfound expression on her face. Getting stale? What, like bread? Her head cocked quizzically to one side with thought, her brow knitting in a fashion. It was a strange expression to say the least, how could words turn so. Sami gave a chew of her lip, her brow creasing as she tried to comprehend his meaning. Shaking her head the pair moved onto the next point in conversation, "Being here alone not odd. Not odd at all. And good! I do not like traps. They fi-dd-ly things."

With her head inclining it quickly became clear that they were approaching where ever their destination was. The chinking of metal however continued, or at least until he sharply stopped and addressed her. Pausing the Inarta gave a rock upon her heels, her bright eyes having found focus upon him for a long chime. Or at least until she let out a shrug.

"The clink noise?" her tone was inquisitive as if confirming to what exactly he meant. Pulling at the edge of the cloak she proceeded to lift the left hem up, "You mean this, no?" Revealing her obviously native clothing beneath, the thing that was next noticeable was the shortsword that was happily clinking in its sheath. Hanging from a cord at her waist, Sami gave a point with her other hand before letting the fabric finally drop, "What? Not seen sword before in city of tin men?"

She gave a snort, her arms folding beneath the cloak and her head lifting in defiance. Putting on superior airs, Sami continued talking, "It sharp and I in strange city. Do I not have right to think about keep self safe? Do not like these little walls and people. Something off about them." Shaking her head she gave Trevelt a firm prod with her finger, "You not agree boy?"

Grinning she picked up her steps once more, head held high before she stopped in her tracks, "Wait, which way going? Come. Lead. Show. Tell. Do not like waiting."