"Kind of a lot actually." the bandanna-wearing Blacksmith replies. But that voice makes him hesitate a moment, but then... as he turns to face the inquisitor, his jaw drops.

"H-holy fuck! DEVON!?" This is the second time he's seen someone he 'knew'. But in his hurry and excitement, he ignores any possibility of the whole 'alternate universe' theory and throws his arms around her in a hurried hug.

Either way, he suspects a rather strong punch to be coming soon, be it Devon or no.