Valdis says nothing as he crosses to sit with her, eyes sparkling when he expresses the poem he clearly came up with on the spot and mentally practiced for several minutes before opening his mouth.

"Charming," she replies taking a sip of the wine. "My late adopted brother loved Haikus, I'm sure he would have come up with one about swords in response."

This man is more attractive and seemingly less insane than Nobunaga had been, but he's only spoken 17 syllables so it's hard to know for sure.

"But I'll simply offer my name in return. You can call me Valdis, I thank you for the wine."