I am, [ the saniwa assures him, but takes mercy on him a moment later. ] They're weapons imbued with a spirit and consciousness, which are then made flesh. A bit like you, I think, though.. perhaps not quite the same.

[ he hesitates, then turns a little more toward gawain, posture easing somewhat as he offers a thoughtful look. ]

We'll hope for the best, then. [ and then, after a brief pause. ] May I ask your name?