"Well, I always have a few irons in the fire, literally, but I can take a look at what you have right now, and give you an idea of what we're looking at as far as repairs...  The shorter woman takes the sword and brings it closer to the light, giving it a critical eye as she measures and judges it internally.  "Hmmm..."  Her thick, strong hands slide up the flat, feeling it with practiced expertise, then flip it around to eye the edge.  A couple minutes pass, and Chakrin comes with a mug of water for their guest.  "Have some cool water.  It can sometimes get a bit stifling inside with the forge," she smiles, seeing if Sivir needed anything before returning to mind the window-counter.  After another minute of examination, Dolina turns back to the half-orc.<br/><br/>"Well, it's not too bad yet.  But you're right to come in.  If a blade breaks, I can always repair it, but the magic leaves it, no longer part of the whole.  I'd love to start working on it right away.  I don't have very many opportunities to work with something of such beauty."  The word hangs in the air for a moment before she feels the need to explain.  "The sword, that is; its wonderful craftsmanship.  May I ask where you got it?  Oh yes, and the chain.  Well, take it off and let's have a look at that as well..."