The dwarf spoke slowly, gazing among the smithy, including the tools, raw materials and the forge itself.  "By the beard of Moradin.  I finally found a place in Hommlet that reminds me of home."

He did not want to be rude, knowing that the smith might be working to maintain certain temperatures for the metal, looking or the right color of heat within it, and needing to transform the item before him.  So, instead the dwarf ambled about slowly, admiring the tools of the trade upon the walls and work surfaces, minding to stay out of the way of the smith.  He felt that when the smith might have a moment, the smith would address him.

"The name's Althiöf, good smith.  Currently, I'm trying to get a new handle for a wood-chopping axe.  The old handle broke."  The dwarf took out the axe head and placed it on the table.  "I'd like to get it sharpened, and perhaps something decorative on the sides that a woodcutter would appreciate.  Trees, maybe?"

"I've known smiths who make their own handles.  Do you do such work?"

"I also have some rusted manacles.  Do you have any ways to remove the rust and restore them to good usability?"  He showed the manacles to the smith.

"Thank you, good smith.  What will it cost for the handle, sharpening and manacles?"

"Any recommendation for someone who could do some etching work?"