<strong><span class="bbc_u">~Kamaria~</span></strong><br/><br/>The blade he brought forth summoned a smile upon Kamaria's lips, as she stepped forward to greet it. The man spoke, and the drow listened, reaching out and lifting the blade with a steady ease. Yes, this was the perfect blade, she thought. Her golden eyes traced the dark steel and she held it for a moment before pushing it into the sheath. She weighted it in both hands and grinned. The drow women turned then to the counter, pulling the cloak off and laying it gently on the countertop, before then unbuckling the sheath. The old sheath and sword fell to the floor as the bow and quiver loosened down into her arm. She undid the old sheath from the belt, and then tied the new one to it, then tied it over her shoulder and slid the bow and quiver back in place. And with the cloak back over her back and tied over her full chest, she was ready to go.<br/><br/>Kamaria tossed the old blade into the bin of scrapped metal and sawdust, and reached to the pouch tied to her waist belt, drawing it up and undoing the thin string with trained fingers.<br/><br/>"How much for this?" She then said smoothly, drawing her eyes up to the man once more. But before he could deem her a price, she found another question. "And... May I have your name, or just remember you as 'Blacksmith'?"