[He sees her glancing back to the stall, following her gaze. Oh right. That stall. The stall full of knives. And daggers. And weapons of various importance. Exactly the kind of the place your average person window shops.

He rubs his hand on the back of his head, as if the physical act could magically gift him with the perfect response.]

Er. Well, I'm mostly just looking without buying anything which...I can't say the vendors are thrilled with. And I can't blame them. But I really am just trying to get a better understanding of this place and how the city runs and all of that.