[ At the mention of it, Arenvald glances down at the sword at his hip. True enough, he's seen people in all manners of dress, armed and unarmed in equal measure. This place is a melting pot, to be sure, but he is only just now coming to realize how wholly different some worlds can be. ]

Ah, no, it's not, but if I have a choice I'd prefer not to have to use it, here or elsewhere.

[ But, that aside– ]

We have machines where I come from – magitek, we call it – but nothing like you. They're mostly war machines, giant suits of armor or gunships. That sort of thing. You can see why you took me off-guard.