"Of that, mellon nin, I am aware," Galadriel agreed and tried, with respect to the abnormal gravity in Zevran's tone, not to sound either flip or bemused as she spoke. The subject was grim and his offer was exceptionally thoughtful--it was a consideration that was long overdue, that he made it for her meant a great deal... Still, there was some humor in so young a warrior arming her for the dangers ahead. She might've laughed were he not so sincere. As it was, she took care to keep her amusement out of her voice and off of her face.

"I cannot deny that I lack appropriate attire to risk open combat with such a creature, and I lack the mastery of conjuring with staves that your mages have. I shall accept your gifts, with my sincere thanks, Zevran."

She paused and, for a brief moment, considered him. He was exceedingly clever. She could wield a sword or bow...but it was not so impossible to imagine that he may have guessed what she'd prefer.

"I am unsure if they are easily found in Thedas, but the weapon I was most skilled with was--men called them spears, though that name encompassed much. I know not what they would be called here; they carry a long, curved blade atop a metal stave, thin, but sharpened on all sides."

Her description of the polearm in question was more than slightly vague, but it was also not a weapon that was difficult to craft, not so long as one already had the blade.