[ altria slips her gloves into his hand. they're beautiful, kaveh thinks. velvety soft, with the kind of durability that the material shouldn't be known for. he examines the make of the gloves, and then removes his own gloves so that he can brush his fingers over the material, looking for micro tears or anything that suggest the fencing did anything more than ruffle the material.

marvelous, kaveh thinks. he smiles. ]

This Muramasa must be an excellent glovemaker, then. I think he's saved himself some teasing on your end; the quality of these gloves are excellent, and I doubt any manner of fencing could tear it. [ kaveh returns altria's gloves to her. he looks. ] Is this Muramasa well-known for his craft?