Reyna hadn't much of an opinion of Nathaniel, admittedly. She had seen him around -- perhaps more to speak to the head of the base and its other higher-ups -- and nor did she have much incentive to approach him. Until now. He was bigger up close, she realized, and more... beefy. He was a real giant sausage, this guy. Or fish. He was like a swordfish! Or something like that. She had never seen a swordfish before, only assuming they were half as fearsome-looking as Nathaniel was.
Why he was at the forge now, she had no clue. Weaponry, maybe, she thought simply. He seemed the type to keep an arsenal stashed somewhere, be it spears, harpoons, axes, and so on and so forth. Still, only an apprentice and forbidden from saying much, she tried to keep her interactions brief. It didn't matter how fascinating he was -- partly on a biological level, because what in the world were those gills -- for she was only a helper.
"They all say you are a sailor." the young woman mentioned, "Only the wealthy are sailors. Back home, that is. Nowhere to sail from Donatan, though." From the West Province, maybe. The beach was only a little ways from Laojin. "I can help you pick out a couple of things until Sir Vidales returns, and then he can take over for you. And while I do... what is it like to sail? ..Do you people really fight sea dragons? Evil tribes of mutated humans? Are you... mutated?"