Moving over to the forge as well Sam settles back on the table so that he's sitting on the edge, watching Kirk with interest. He doesn't leave his work laying around, both finished and unfinished work put away - he liked being tidy. Course if Kirk wanted something to look at he would be more than willing to show him, like the blade on the staff upstairs.

"Over a century?" That's a very long time, even more so since on this world there was a war seemingly ever year. "So for you, coming here... all this seems relatively primitive?" He knows Kirk didn't say that, but rather than beating around the busy he's just going to put it out there. "Do you have magic in your world?"