Yanqing is at the Artisanship Commission again with a sizable chunk of his paycheck in hand. He looks up and down the different swords, wondering which will go home with him today. He already has a box under his arm from the scabbard he had custom made last week. But with new designs in already, it's time for yet another appointment with retail therapy. Finally, his hand lands on an ornate sword. It looks to be an antique, with a snowflake engraved in its hilt, a forward center of gravity, and a thin layer of rust. Just as he's about to take it, another hand reaches for it, taking it from his grasp.

Yanqing: "Oh, hey, are you looking at that blade too? I'm sorry, I don't mean to intrude, but may I hold the sword? I buy a lot of these and I just want to know how it feels in my hands, you know?" He gives an anxious smile nods to her, not wanting to be pushy at this point , especially when it was dealing with conflict. So he waits patiently for a response.