The Keep - The Smithy
"I know it doesn't look it, but a lot of this stuff is pretty hot, just from the ambient heat. You don't need to cut yourself to get hurt, and burns have a way of sneaking up on you."
He shook his head. "Sorry. Everyone loves weapons, but no one respects the forge. Or the smith, for that matter. Come on, I'll take a look at your stuff, and see if they need maintenance." He tries not to get distracted by the sight of her taking off her armor. She was a marvelous creature to behold, and stirred certain desires within him that he quickly suppressed.
He moved to examine the sword, and whistles. "Never seen anything like this before. At least, not outside of a book. Is this... elvish? " He lifts the massive blade as though it were made of paper, his inhuman strength keeping him from noticing its weight. "Hmm... I've never seen this kind of steel before. It seems unusually strong and flexible, but I'm guessing you've put it through its paces, based on the nicks in the blade. I can sharpen it for you, but it looks like it's been oversharpened over a long period of time. It might need to be reforged soon, and I'm not sure I have the materials or the tools for that."
He glanced at her armored jacket. "Want me to take a look at that, too? I can do repairs on armor, too."