He looked around, aha! A weapons monger, he danced over to the stall, would this be the day he laid eyes on his first lance?! He hummed with exaltation. His eyes were drawn immediately to an immaculate sword. Gorgeous. "Almost makes me wish I were going in for a swordsman that blade." He murmured reverently, vaguely realizing there was a pretty girl beside him. "What do you think?" He asked without peeling his eyes from the dragon alighted hilt.
He sighed happily. Now if there was a lance like that, he glanced around, aught but naught. "Drat, no lances," he deflated somewhat.