She's no stranger to trading, market dealings, the like. She's not in the business of making dishonest trades, at least, not here. Doing things the right way and getting by on her wit, her guile, what have you. Jael chews the inside of her cheek, noting the boy's interest in metal. Thank fuck, she'd be able to offload it instead of carrying it all the way to market. Hell, her haul here was sufficient enough to return home with.
"A straight razor with a mother of pearl grip, and two large pieces of scrap metal? This melts down at a low heat, but is pretty soft. This takes a higher heat to melt, but it's stronger finished up." Jael's gesture is broad, offering the boy is pick. As for the razor, she unwraps it from a soft cloth to offer Akito a look before making his determination.
As her keepers, Gilgamesh and Modesty may join any of Jael’s threads if they deem necessary.
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