Folainluc
"Blessed song!"
Folainluc straightened up like a flexed harp string plinking back to place, and a nostalgic bashfulness dusted his cheeks red as he looked up in loud exclamation. His eyes widened, then squinted, and the awe in them spilled easily from his mouth in a moment of understanding. "A sapient, enchanted weapon, with its own bodily avatar? Do I understand this right? That is wondrous! It had never crossed my mind I would ever meet one, much less that such ah, beings, could be found outside of Endien!"
Another revelation appeared to dawn on Folainluc by his own words, because he caught himself hiding the lower half of his mouth with his hand. His brows wiggled in wily curiosity, eyes drawn off to the side.
"I always found you were much too taken with making things," he said. "No wonder."