He looked up at the Blacksmith, a little intimidated by the height difference between them, but he tried to stay as calm as possible as he crossed one of his arms and the other was placed under his chin in thought. "Well... while I am looking for help, I'd hardly want to take you away from your business. Blacksmiths are more imprortant then a butler for a noble... however, my dagger is in need of repair. Would you mind doing that for me, Mr. McCooper?"