Legacy just like her. That made her smile until he mentioned his mother's death. Shit. That, well...matched with her story in a few ways. Kinda creepy but hunters had to come from somewhere and hell if that wasn't a good way to make them. Murder their family.

Take them away.

She gave him a look and ordered another pitcher of beer. When it arrived, she cooled it with the touch of her hand.

"Sam, we're in a tavern on an alien world in another universe. I'm a magic bearing angel and I don't sleep. And if I keep making swords and armour someone's gonna say something and the locals might freak. Please, tell me your story. I got nothing but time. If it weren't for monsters here screwing with locals, I'd be bored out of my skull."

Merlan wrinkled her nose.

"Also, I haven't been able to get drunk at all. Good thing I like the taste of beer and the locals are always trying to drink me under."