[Ademnet has noticed, but he no longer minds. Barnabas's terseness doesn't seem to be snobbery, just a guy who doesn't give his thoughts away for free. Ademnet wishes he had that good of a poker face--or that imposing of a presence.

Maybe watching him will teach me a thing or two. It couldn't hurt.

At the mention of a blacksmith, Ademnet shakes his head.]

Of course I'd prefer a proper weapon, but I don't got any coin in these clothes. Just 'cause the man who gave us the rooms ain't asking for payment don't mean other folk won't. Worst come to worst, slippin' cutlery up my sleeve's a lot less dauntin' than tryin' to walk off with a sword. [There's a brief, awkward pause.] Not that stealin's my first choice, yeah? Just sayin'.