"That would make a bit of sense. A blade of power would recognize its own ablities." He spoke as he turned now to look around again once she slipped the sword into her belt. He paid no mind to her blood because he figured it would heal or she would handle it. "I wonder if any of this metal could fetch a good price."

It seemed to him the big reason for being here was done, maybe a profit could be turned if possible. If not he was fine with that too. There are days he hates being at his new found brother's care. He feels he should be able to provide for himself... except he's been worried since he got ripped off.

"Though, before it slips my mind, I would like to heal of this battle."