Nevin blinked, a little taken aback by the girl's sudden forthrightness. It did make some of the interactions between the two of them more understandable - she was his daughter and sought his approval, and for some reason he didn't like to think about it? Odd. Though there was also the information of her race - Nevin hadn't been paying attention to the newscriers recently, but he thought he had heard something about Fauns in Stonevale recently, was this child here for the same reason? No, the man, Vaeron - now he had a name - was very much blatant about the fact that they were here for a weapon for the child. Still, the man seemed rather upset that Celandine had spilled that information, so Nevin was going to just file it away in the back of his head for now, paying it no heed for the time being. Though... a dragon? Maybe a child's imagination running rampant.

"Indeed, she is rather large, isn't she? Apparently she's not done growing yet though. Now then, Sir Vaeron - I can indeed show you the way to the blacksmith. Give me a moment to lock up my shop before I go." He ducked back into the store and grabbed his cloak, taking a moment to place a few candies wrapped in a cloth scrap into a pocket and walked back towards the front of the shop, pulling the dark brown hooded affair up and on in moments as he dragged the key out of the pocket. He stepped back outside, Aphrael resettling herself on his shoulder once more, and locked the door firmly shut. He started to walk in front of the man on his mount - and paused, tilting his head to one side.

"If the townsfolk causing noise is problematic, perhaps you at least should dismount sir? I understand your reason for not having the child do so." That was all Nevin would say about it though as he started walking down the street towards Yark's smithy.