Valdis takes a breath, hiding every single ounce of surprise she can manage. She tilts her head slightly, listening to him more closely now, suddenly far more interested than she had been before...and she hated the reason why.

"Religion have never been kind to me, so I see no reason to be kind in return. Those being worshipped do not deserve it."

His sorrow is a quick turn from his delight in telling her about his swords.

"I also know a few things about inner demons and the dangers of releasing them, so I apologize for bringing up something painful. It does seem that you know yourself well, many people do not. This Pratt is lucky to have you as a friend."

The honesty from his words and in his demeanor leave her completely at ease, a feeling she's not sure she desires on this hellboat.

She draws her blade from it's sheath, revealing the gleaming silvery blade and a glowing red gem embedded near the hilt. She holds it out to him.

"I wouldn't advise you don't touch it, but I'd appreciate your trained eye. It only recently came into my possession, though I've been told it's been mine for much longer."