Sivir stepped inside, taking a few glances at her surroundings. She smiled pleasantly at the assistant, but kept her mouth closed. Civilized races tended to find her tusks intimidating so the half-orc tried to keep them as unobtrusive as possible until needed. They sure weren't helping her children at school...<br/><br/>The smith came down to greet her, repeating what the assistant had said. Sivir's eyes momentarily fell on her gleaming cleavage, then were wrenched quickly away, brown cheeks turning slightly darker hue. "Yes. That. I need some maintenance and repairs done on my equipment." Sivir removed her falchion from its sheath and handing the large weapon to Dolina for examination.<br/><br/>"My sword in particular. It got roughed up last night and the enchantment has become unreliable. My chain shirt might also need to be looked at. How long would looking at them take?"