"It is." He nodded stiffly. Really, he just wanted to check out what other towns had to offer; maybe see some authentic gems, pick up on some techniques, get some more experience... Saibara had only let him go for a couple days, but it was enough. At least he was trusted to leave in the first place.
Gray didn't know how to feel about her helpful attitude. In one way, it was quite sweet; endearing, almost, but in another she could just be patronizing him. You could never be too safe, in his opinion. "Yeah, he does that." He offered as a simple response, set with a tiny nod. Truth be told, he had no idea what the man did. He'd never even met him before. "Thanks, though."
"Ah, I can probably help-" He began to suggest, a tiny light sparking in his eyes as his strong point (helping, and suggestions,) came up. But he faltered; due to Saibara's incessant pushing, scolding and sometimes belittling of him, he honestly didn't have all that much confidence in his abilities. He shrunk back against the counter again. "Splintering is inevitable, sorta thing," he started to mumble, "you just have to be gentler with it, I guess, maybe. And you could get an anvil or something, maybe even just a file to keep your blade sharp yourself. I could give you some pointers on how to do that, maybe." It was like word vomit. He couldn't stop himself talking about it!
His mellow blue gaze flicked upwards to meet her own in a hasty fashion, blond brows arched in surprise. "M-Me?" He stuttered, "Oh, uh, right." And relaxed again. "I come from Mineral Town, somewhere east from here, I think. Such a boring place." He wrinkled his nose in disgust, "Anyway, I'm an apprentice blacksmith myself, and I just wanted to check out some new tools n' stuff, yknow? See how people do it elsewhere."
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