The Detailer in question was an old, frail seeming man who occupied a small office area in a building barely large enough to accomadate one's living needs. The Detailer looked up at Zero and smiled softly to him, stopping his current work at jotting down a new task. "Hello, mind sir. How may I assist you today?" He asked.<br/><br/>The drunken hiker was just waking up from that kick to face, sitting up with help from his friend, massaging his broken nose whole trying to clean up the blood.<br/><br/>The Blacksmith lifted the heated blade up and dipped it in cool water, shrouded in steam for a moment. "Ye guna stand there all day, er are ya gonna tell me whatcha wan'?" She asked gruffly.