Nihisk listens with apt attention becoming curious at her tattoo and more impressed that she gave it herself. He had ignored his food until mentioned. He takes a polite sip of his soup.

It is quite delicious, thank you. Different from anything out in the sands. Nihisk is awestruck at your abilities. It is good to know there are such skilled artisans in the cities.

He takes another spoonful tasting the different flavors of the spoon.

Nihisk has been called a tinkerer. Able to take apart and put together magical items. Also handy with pistols. Better than most wizards.

Nihisk gives her a charming smile and shows Sai his pistol.