You know me far too well.

[Dion takes his satchel of shells and sets them down on whatever surface doesn't seem to be actively in use. The corner of his mouth twitches down as he wonders if it's enough, but decides to leave it be. Sesa is being kind enough in accepting Dion's offer.]

I admit I am interested in this trade of yours. Most of my weaponry and armor was always provided to me, you see. I should like to see something be made first hand.

[He waves his hand.]

At a later date, however. I would not distract you from your work any further.