"Oh, he's very good at what he does. I simply wish I didn't need to cut through spiders and dragons to get what he needs." And, frankly, she was fairly curious to see how he worked, what he did to create his more unique items. But that was probably just her.

Her smile curved at the edges. "If I skip off somewhere without word for far too long, you have permission to kick me when I return. Maker knows my sister would cuff me at the very least for it."

She contented herself to finishing her ale and then standing once more to walk the short length of the boat. Her eyes roamed over him once until they settled on the other bottles at his feet. She couldn't help her grin. "Anyone who gets a look into this boat is going to think we drowned ourselves in liquor." Which couldn't be further from the truth, she realized, as she glanced over the side where they had let out their bait traps.