Na'ari's morning had been pleasant, and he was now making sure his weapons rack was neat and organized. When, all of a sudden, two brawling members of the Band came bursting in, fighting through his shop, whilst impressively, not trying to break anything in the process. He took a step back to watch the spectacle briefly.
As he watched, two more people came in just as quickly, and pulled each of the fighters away. The woman grabbing the man, and the other man, grabbing the..woman? Until he heard her voice he couldn't tell right away at first. She was masked, and so he could only see her pale locks upon her head. The woman hurled an insult and her combatant hurled one back like routine.
"Seriously Stride? This uncouth language in the morning?" Muttered the woman. The man gave a cough and indicated Na'ari's grinning form as he waved slightly at the group. the new blacksmith chuckled at how the protestors reacted and said he'd better get used to it.
"How do you know If I'm not used to it? I'm probably familiar with how mercenaries brawl." Na'ari stated. He turned to the man who spoke directly to him. "Don't mention it. I would've just cleaned up after their mess. Or rather, have them clean it up."
"Hm, a polite one. That's a fresh breath of air right there." The woman said. "What's your name?"
"Na'ari Azura, Blacksmith, Mercenary, and one of the best swordsmen alive." Na'ari said, giving a big smirk, his eyes sparkling emerald green with determination.