#dagdanwolf

The appearance of her old friend had allowed Fang to fall to relax. The time that had gone by had left her highly busy in finishing her marks. Those that thought her insane had been proven right but she had also showed she was one not to be trifled with. Coin had been her prize along with some other things but her mind always drifted back to thinking on Shamir. Seeing her there before her, she couldn't help but smile.

"I do." A fine place to grab a good meal and drink. An establishment a friend now owned and one Fang intended to call upon as she brushed bangs from her face. A few new scars would be visible to the other. Three lines ran across Fang's right eye which was a new addition.

Leonie had thought the bag of coffee grounds would be a fitting gift, given Shamir’s taste for coffee, that and the fact that (far as Leonie was aware) Shamir wasn’t all to fond of sweet confections or large bouquets. The blend of ground beans and hazelnut seemed a fitting mixture of both bitter and sweet.

The huntress hadn’t expected the mercenary to offer a cup in return. In truth, Leonie had never tried coffee before, her choice of drink either being water, tea, or something with alcohol in it. But, this would be nice, yes, she wanted to get to know more about Shamir outside of what she learned from her superior on the practice range or the battlefield.

Sylvi hadn’t meant to bump into Shamir, truth be told she wasn’t exactly sure how it was possible that she managed it, but here she was... on her ass after bumping into the female knight.

"Ah... not exactly how I wanted my day to end up.” Sylvi grumbled, sighing. 

“ I’ve finished tempering this, but I’d appreciate a second opinion on how it handles. Suffice it to say, you’re the most reliable voice on daggers in the monastery, so,” the notion of here I am is expressed in a little shrug, and a slight flourish of the weapon at hand.