Sun: *the beast woman currently is watching her much smaller human friend work at the forge, staying out of the way as instructed, doing her best to not knock stuff over* Tell me if you need help. I can help. Carry stuff, or something. I'm strong.
Locke: I’m so sorry, my daughter doesn’t understand patience * he shoots a sharp look at keye as he sets her down*
Locke: I was looking for a new sword, and was recommended buying from here. I’m a sea fairer and my sword was recently... Mistakenly disposed of.
* he glances at keye with a sigh*
Keye: * she has her arms crossed with a huff, as she acts far more like a human child, than acting like a dangerous monster*
Locke: * he sighs* again, I’m sorry about our rudeness.