[ the sight of claude is even more of a surprise than anyone else she could have run into here, if only because the last time she'd seen him, he was on the back of a wyvern heading to almyra. blue eyes widen in surprise, her hands unconsciously gripping his forearms as he steadies her, before her expression softens into a warm smile. she may not know how he got here, but a familiar face is always a welcome sight. ]

You know, I think that might be it. Over there, [ she points to a heap of props in the corner, partially hidden behind a rack of spare costumes where something that looks like a hilt sticks out of it. ] Were they able to tell you what it looks like? I'm not sure if it's the same sword, but we can always make another.

[ yes, they don't have a lot of spare time, but at least they're not out here trying to recreate heroes relics. ]