Huaisang blinks with wide-eyed awe at the thought of crafting gems and weapons all with the same skill. "That's remarkable. My sect is renowned for our artistry crafting weapons, though it's true that we have traditionally valued function over form. I've always been the odd one out with my love of art and beauty."

He draws a hand-painted fan out of his purse and opens it, stirring the air lightly to show off the beauty of it. "I'm an artist myself. This is far from one of my best works, but, well, I can't bear being without a fan to match every outfit." The match in this case to his tweed dress isn't perfect, but it's good enough to satisfy his aesthetic eye.