"Heh, yer already fuzzy. I told ye I don't have a forge here. I just borrow an anvil from Rellard. He and his sons own the smithy down the road from here. Despite our eyesight, we should still take a torch. Humans don't take kindly to sneakin about town without showin yerself with a lantern or somethin. The guards get suspicious." Myrna stifles a giggle as Aura drinks her ale in a valliant attempt to mimic a dwarf, and ends up both out of breath, and with a foam mustache. "Now, take it from a woman who's seen her fair share of bearded women. The look doesn't suit ya."