"I like to know who makes the blades I carry on my hips, to have that is to know who's strength is in it. I would purchase a sword from you, but one that I would see made, the materials and such I'll pay for..", she said with a smile at the tall and sturdy Smith. She walked over to him, her ass shaking in her clothes now for Ancalagon's face as she stepped infront of the Smith, running a finger across his face...