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Jarrick opened his mouth to say something moderately intelligent back, but he stopped short as he caught sight of Carilee practically stalking her way towards the counter. At least she didn't seem to have a sword on her yet, he thought wryly, though granted the book she was still dragging around was probably just as dangerous, considering it was she who held it. Probably more. He smiled a little and looked back at Colby. "That's the girl I was talking about. Looks like she hasn't got the sword she was after yet. The world's probably better for it."

As he finished speaking, he saw another girl, his height if not taller, had entered the shop and was conversing with a boy who seemed to have followed soon after.

Josef . . . Noru quickly tucked the name into her head. She was never really good with names. Faces perhaps, but never names. Looking over at him after glancing at a dagger, she noticed that he was still a little hesitant. His eyes darted everywhere, as if he were frightened of her. She wanted to sigh but refused to. It seemed that she was too intimidating. At that thought, she would've laughed, but . . . was afraid to frighten the boy.

He took his time around the matter, and Noru was about to lose her patience when he blurted it out. For the second time that day, she stood dumbly and blinked. She wasn't one to stay in one place for long. Her travels brought her to random places, and almost always she was getting into trouble one way or another. If she were to drag a young child along . . . her responsibilities would not only fall on herself, but for the boy too. And that would mean she would have to be less careful, less reckless. Not to mention . . . her thoughts suddenly fell to his parents. Immediately, she was reluctant.

Realizing that she hadn't said anything, she looked the boy up and down. He seemed as if he could be determined enough to learn, but . . . she didn't want to thrust someone into her lifestyle. Not to mention all the brawls. With a sigh, she looked down at him. "I don't live here, and I don't plan on staying for long. If you hadn't noticed, I tend to get into a lot of trouble. I'm reckless, and tempermental. That doesn't do well for a good teacher or a traveling companion. So think about what you're asking. Not to mention . . . where are your parents? Wouldn't they be worried if you just up and left?" She raised an eyebrow at him and crossed her arms over her chest, tapping one foot against the wooden floor.

Noru raised her eyebrow further - if that was even possible - when the boy stood up straight and took on a smug pose. One he surely picked off of other swaggering men. She noticed that earlier his face had fallen, especially when he mentioned the parents. Yet his resolve afterwards made her think about whatever decision she would make once more.

"I see, I see." She stated at his declaration of lacking a family. He seemed persistant. If not a little eager. Yet, Noru was almost certain that part of his statement was a lie. However, she didn't say anything. For a moment, she turned around to peer at the shelving beside her and examined a light, simplistic practice blade made out of sturdy metal. Thinking for a moment, she finally said, blandly," And do you have anything to fight with, other than those two hands of yours there?" It was a simple question, and had no tone other than one of curious interest.

"Umm." Miley chewed his lip for a moment. Then his eyes lit up. "I have my slingshot! Not that it's cool like a sword or anything." That was something, at least. He was pretty good with it too, after all those afternoons he and Drail'd spent messing around.

A slingshot wasn't nearly as good as a sword though. Miley felt deficient. Maybe the sword lady wasn't going to teach him swords if he didn't even have one. The one she had looked too big for him, after all. Miley's fingers were busy fiddling with each other behind his back as he waited for her answer.

Hock, meanwhile, glanced at the new woman who'd approached, then turned back to the girl in front of him. "I'll look in the back for it. But no promises." He raised his voice to address the store as a whole. "I'm setting the locks while I'm in the back, so none of you will be able to leave for a few minutes." He didn't pause to allow anyone to argue with him before hitting some kind of trigger just below the counter and then shuffling off into the back.

Carilee, a rather satisfied look on her face, turned around and briefly registered that another woman had approached the counter. Interesting. The boy who had directed her earlier was also off to her left. He appeared to be having a mildly awkward conversation with a female. Intriguing. She drifted nearer. They didn't seem to be saying much, so she interrupted. If you could call it that... "Nice sword," she offered at the girl. "I'm getting one myself today, if all goes well."

The Sword of a Thousand Truths, locked away in its case, had gathered almost enough power to really start things up now. It was difficult to sense what kind of people were around her, exactly, without expending all of her energy in one effort... At least there seemed to be a generous number of bodies about. Vivian consoled herself that at least luck should favor her in the pickings, considering that it was all destiny anyway.

Colby stared at Hock’s retreating back. She was locked in his shop…the whole idea irritated her, but there really wasn’t anything she could do about it. Her attention was jerked away from that thought when a girl began talking to her about her sword. Well, not her sword, and Colby was about to tell her that when Jarrick interrupted. Rather than answering to the new girl, Colby merely stood there and waited for her turn to speak.

Carilee smiled a little. "He's looking, apparently. Though I can't imagine how someone could have a Sword of Bestial Summoning and not be aware of it." She hugged the Introduction to Demonology against her chest. "But I simply must find one before we leave town. I've already checked all of the shops back in Nariz." Deficient, all of them. But those shops weren't meant for real sorceresses. Not that this shop was either, but at least it had better chances. She'd actually be rather impressed if Hock came up with a proper sword for her purposes. Carilee looked back and forth between the boy and girl. "Do you two have names, by chance?"

On the other side of the shop, Miley stared wide-eyed up at the lady. "The locks in this store aren't very nice," he mumbled quietly. But then she was suddenly holding the sword out to him. Feeling like he was being judged but not completely sure how, Miley gingerly took the sword from the lady and held it point up like he was ready to fight. Now what was he supposed to do...?

“Uh right, sorry about that, you didn’t exactly give me a chance to tell you when you ran in,” Jarrick answered after Colby spoke, not really that surprised that Carilee had either seen it as unfit to first introduce herself to Colby or had simply forgotten, “I’m Jarrick Abiinor by the way, son of the town’s cobbler and an apprentice myself.” He paused for a moment to see if Hock was back. Far more interesting than the middle-aged shopkeeper though, was the young boy from before who seemed to have been armed with his own sword, though it paled in comparison to the one strapped to the taller lady’s back.