Tanvas listened to Damaris introduce himself, give part of his life story and as introduce his blades, a touch that he was pleasantly surprised with. Some people took swords as they were, nameless hunks of steel. Others gave them names. There was more to warrior than mere brute strength swinging a stick of sharp metal about, though that was quite the majority of it. But Tanvas had heard of warrior who carried weapons with such importance to them they would have gone to the ends of the earth for them. Which made Lam's comment a bite at him, only seeing the name instead of the weapon with the name. However, that was all it was for now. They were new blades. Having never seen battle by the hands of Damaris.
As he made to speak, he was immediately cut off as Damaris launched into explaining what a sell-sword was, referring to him as a Sword-Saint. He was confused but interested in listening too. He took hold of his newly filled drink and drank off it listening intently. It was then that he turned about the question to ask to what Lam had been before she decided to go exploring. He kept quite and turned his attention to her for the answer. What he learned was that she was a countess... Though he hadn't the slightest clue what that entailed for merfolk. He took a swig.
Then the question was bounced back to Damaris, to learn as to how he had lost his soul. Tanvas's brow raised as he looked back over to the swordsman, his shoulder dropping, having once again become confused with what was being said. He remembered that Damaris had partially agreed to the of having, in a way, lost his soul. This did little to enlighten him but did get he focused ready for Damaris's answer.