[Looks like we have our first genius.]
Eva remarked while Garnt carefully examined the spear, acknowledging that its potential as a deadly weapon might be limited. However, he recognized that the true value lay in the process of crafting such an innovative creation.
"Who made this?" Garnt questioned looking at the crowd, and suddenly a woman, her expression a mix of anger and confusion, stepped forward. She had black hair and an exposed chest, which added to her formidable appearance. She continued to meet Garnt's gaze, her eyes sharp and unyielding.
[Look at that body. She is a strong woman. You need to have her on your side.]
Eva muttered those words looking at the abs and the shoulders of the woman.
Garnt, undeterred by her initial reaction, extended his hand in a gesture of goodwill. "You're clearly quite skilled," he remarked, his tone sincere. "I can see the strength in your work and your body."
