Senna walks up to the elf, studying her closely.  A slight smirk sneaks across her face at the flirtatious tone, but she hides it quickly, in favor of her business face.  She makes a move to take the hammer, to study it for a time before returning it.  "It's a good, sturdy hammer; plenty for the job.  Doing better would be very expensive, and take better facilities than I have right now.  Though that armor has<em>got</em>to go... ya look a lot tougher than most elves I've seen... I should have the parts on hand to get you in a real skin of steel."  She starts flipping through her papers, turning to their employer while she jots down some notes.<br/><br/>"Mister Rengard, I may have a forwarding address for some of that advance," she says, as she hands Fallon a price, turning back to her.  "I can do it for ninety-three gold, seven silver, and five coppers.  Mind, these parts are coming out of the family business' supply.  I'm doing this at cost; you'd be damn lucky to get this at twice the price I'm offering anywhere else, but I can't go any lower without taking food out of my sisters' mouths.  Sound good?  If not, I have the supplies for a lesser suite I could put you in; fifty-six gold, two silver, and five coppers.  Again, at cost."