James
*Such a complex order... This would be fun, if his muscles didn't ache too much by the end of it. Smithing was hard, long work after all.*

*The Macen tilts his head as the elf reaches for the paper. Glancing over the work as it's set in place. A hand comes to Ren's chin, rubbing it as he stared with intrigue. The dagger itself would be easy, though working in such materials and engravings into a small work like such... He'd manage. Quickly writing down the commands, Ren eventually glances up to the pink haired pig.*
"A three pronged spear of lighting, and a set of daggers of ice and fire. Quite the elementalist."

*Finishing up the orders in total, Ren doesn't bother to speak the final sum. Especially so as the pig drops more gold than Ren had seen in his entire life on the table. His eyes sparkled, struggling immensely not to just grab the gold there and run. He could feed a village for month with this kinda cash... Unfortunately most if not all will be spent on materials.*
"Yes sir... Give me... Well frankly I can't say how long. Come back in a month or two, and I'll give you an update on my progress."
Rebecca
*Terrel eyed him for a while, reading his expressions through the cover of his pig mask while he listened to his summary of the order. He could sense a partial feeling of temptation from him. Perhaps he couldn't handle such an immense amount of gold. Though to Terrel, this didn't even seem like that much.*"Good lad."*He said when the man finally said when he should come back as if to say 'good choice'. Terrel turned away from him, heading back towards the door before looking back to that.*"Impress me with that and maybe I'll use this place as my goto whenever I'm around."*He reached his hands into his cloak, holding up a pair of bags that one could only assume had more money in them. Was there really an end to them with him? It was probably more of a question of where he kept it all.*"I look forward to seeing your progress..."*He said, soon heading out the door and leaving the man to his work.*
James
*Mr. Money bags.*

*Ren nodded with a stare as Terrel pulls out more of his seemingly infinite cash. Money didn't grow on trees, but pigs? Fair game it seemed.*

"Yes sir. I'll give you the finest craftsmanship you've ever seen!"
*A bold claim made often by men of his occupation. Though, whether it was the real deal only time would tell. Ren gives a firm bow as a send off to the pink haired elf, lifting his head as the door closes.*

*He looks down to the mountains of cash on his desk then, a hand coming to his head.*
"Ho boy... Let's get it done then."