[ The admission draws a good natured laugh from Hilda. She had been more or less in the same boat as Cal when she had arrived. What skills does a nobleman's spoiled daughter have after all? (She's got several but she still denies being able to swing an axe over her head as one of them. Even if she did, it wouldn't be a useful skill in this tavern.)

Hearing the question in his voice she leans her elbows onto the table, resting her head in hands. ]

Things break here frequently. I was doing some mending for her before she needed more actual bar help. It was a sad time for my nails.

[ Which is a small lie. She didn't actually do any bartending work so much as she did chatting with the locals, maybe convincing them to spend a little more coin on food. That's neither here nor there though. ]

Are you some kind of inventor back home? Or some kind of smithy?