"Ah, good. Thank you." Nodded Sivir, taking the mug of water. As the dwarf examined her weapon, Sivir took the time to examine Dolina's other works that were displayed around the forge. She clearly loved her work, and it showed in the intricately woven chain rings, the curve of the plates, the sharpness of the blades. Sivir understood why the other thieves liked her work.<br/><br/>The half-orc was stony silent when the compliment hung, relaxing a little when she clarified. Still, her blood was warming. "Likewise for me, miss. And I'm not talking about the sword." She said playfully in a friendly tone. "I'm glad we caught this then. Hold on..."<br/><br/>Sivir stripped the enchanted brown chain shirt over her head, the material dragging over her powerful frame, pulling the flesh upwards. She pulled it off, sending the flesh back down with a little bounce. The white haired woman gave it over to the dwarf. "These... were the last gifts I received from my husband." She murmured, voice dropping slightly.