"A farm girl I see, do you like animals?" He asked quietly. Looking down at her smile.

"I love them. I wanted to be a vet, I was in schooling for it when I died." She shrugged, rolling her eyes at her new nickname.

He smiled slightly, she really didn't seem like she was meant to be damned. "Were you close to finishing?"

"Sort of. I started early, so I had a year left. What did you want to be?" She asked, looking up at him.

"Its really hard to say given I'm not from this century. Or the last. Or the one before that." He looked off, reviewing all of the careers he'd met. "Blacksmithing." He said hesitantly.

Trix looked at him in surprise. "That was unexpected." She thought for a moment. "Why blacksmithing?"

"That and leatherworking." He tipped his head back down to look at her. "I always liked the sound of metal hitting the anvil."

"Wow. I have to say, that's a bit of a surprise. And why leatherworking?" She asked, her interest piqued.

"I made sheathes and scabbards for what I forged. I liked completing it." He said almost fancifully, smiling slightly.

"Wow. So you did the whole shebang, huh?" She said, chuckling slightly. "Sounds fun. I would never be able to do it, though. Never been very artsy or creative- metalworking wise, at least."