The shimmering gaze of the sunlight against calm waters had almost put Johnathan into a trance. There was something so soothing about being on the water, that he just couldn't put his finger on, but knew was taking an effect - maybe it was the cool sea air, or maybe it was the gentle rocking of the ship - who knows? In his semi-hypnotic state, he hadn't really noticed the girl who had appeared at his side, and as she spoke in a soft voice to him, he almost questioned who he himself was.
He quickly snapped out of it, looked at her intently, and heard her out. Brooke? She knows my trade, but not my name... interesting... am I really that anonymous in this city? A slight smirk crept upon his lips upon receiving the cloth, as he tried to figure Amaco out, but it was short lived and replaced by an expression of shock, seeing the sword that she intended for him to make for her. This is a thing of beauty, he thought to himself, but who designed this drawing?... And why does the ship's navigator want such an extravagant armament?
Johnathan could not help but lick his lips lightly, having found so many questions and many more that hadn't even reached the forefront of his mind - he had found his first customer, but there was so much that needed to be answered. Taking a moment to examine the weapon plan, he raised his glance up to the eagerly waiting young woman.
"This... certainly is an extravagant piece you want to commission, miss. A special occasion, perhaps?" he smirked, before taking a deep breath. "A weapon of this complexity can take 2 or 3 days in normal circumstances to produce, perhaps less if my time was solely dedicated to it... but these are not normal circumstances, and it will not be cheap. I trust that you have some means of payment to offer me, otherwise we would not be having this conversation, correct? Oh... and by the way, my name is Rooke."