Seraph walked into the Cantina. She looked around, seemingly superficially, but in fact surveyed everything and everyone very carefully. She had a very slight hope of seeing Zettsu on the Haven, as she was really curious as to what's been happening to him since they last met. She didn't notice him and walked up to the counter. She had another thing to take care of on the Haven and she hoped Olsen, the bartender, could help her find the right person.
"Good day, old man," she said greeting Olsen.
"Seraph! You haven't been to the Haven for a while now. I hope everything's all right, hm? What can I get you?"
She took her seat at one of the stools and looked through the bottles sitting on shelves behind Olsen. "A glass off--" she hesitated in a pretended guilt, "Damn, I know I shouldn't-- But I'm not going anywhere else today, so get me a glass of that Gallic wine, would you kindly?"
She drummed her fingers on the table and when Olsen put the glass in front of her she asked the question she really was here for. "Hey, do you, by any chance, know someone who's into weaponsmithing and that sort of stuff here on the Haven? I've got something that would need such services." She looked at the bartender waiting for an answer.
"When one is made of glass, everything looks like a stone."
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