It had been some time since someone came to Xilonen requesting an actually useful tool. So when someone came to the forge looking for a commission, a smile finally cracked on her laid-back expression. There was time later that afternoon for an appointment to work out the details. At a small table near her forge, papers are piled high. They sit across from her. She's looking at them, waiting for a starting point or even a full idea if she's lucky. She starts picking papers from the pile, trying to think of the type of tool the person across from her would mesh well with. She pushes a pen and paper towards them. She's about to start giving ideas, so she's signaling them to focus.

Xilonen: "I've got references here to my past projects. Are you looking more for a weapon or for a tool for movement? Then we branch out to if you're looking for the styling of a specific tribe. I focus mostly on Natlan, but I can try a different nation's aesthetic if you prefer. After that, we can discuss pricing and any other points of interest. Does that sound good to you?" She's completely switched off her relaxing mode and seems to be entirely focused on getting this project settled.