They're both good, so let's start RPing...

Evalnar stood, watching the people of the village with a curious eye. They seemed peaceful, and they were a very kind bunch of people. Merchants stood on street corners, peddling their good to anybody who would listen, balcksmiths forged weapons and armour and sold them at very fair prices, and children wandered the streets playing their imaginative games. Evalnar weighed his coin purse in his hands, and couldn't but think it felt very heavy, and that he was short of whet stones, for sharpening his twin blades. A loud movement from his left brought Evalnar back to reality and, when he looked, he saw a bearded man struggling to fight his way through crates in a back alley behind the Blacksmith's. After climbing over a pile of crates, the man dusted himself down and looked up. He spotted Evalnar and waltzed over to him with his head held up high.

The man stopped in front of Evalnar and said "Greetings, sir. Are you looking for anything in particular?"

Evalnar looked up again and replied "Yes, I am looking for a merchant. A merchant that sells whet stones. Do you know where I could find one?"

The man thought about this for a few moments and clicked his fingers, "Ah. I know just the man. Please, follow me." The man walked off and, after a few seconds of hesitation, Evalnar followed, keeping a safe distance from him.