Carley had heard of this place before- The Forge. Though she didn't think the name particularly creative, she heard the people that worked there did excellent work. And given her idea and the amount of money she and the rest of The Stitch team was willing to chip in for it, it better be excellent! If not even better than that. It took her a little while to find this place, since she had never been there before, but after wandering around various side streets in the southern market she found it. It was a pretty big place really, at three stories. She was used to seeing one and two story buildings in the market, but the bigger buildings were a little more rare to her eyes.

Seeing as the storefront was open, the little blonde elf jaunted her way inside. She may have been an odd sight to those unfamiliar with her; particularly short, clad in her cloak, a long sleeved shirt with billowing sleeves, a vest on that, denim shorts over thick white stockings (that were accumulating a few holes and runs- she should really replace those) and a big brown tote bag. Aside from the tote? Her clothing was all in some shade of blue, with maybe a little white. It almost always was. And on top of her head? A beret, coupled with a feather. The one she purchased berets from had finally reopened, and she took advantage of that situation.

Moving further into The Forge, bright blues darted about curiously, nose crinkling a little. One moment she'd pick up scents of metal and the next it was floral, spicy, and...pumpkin? It was almost dizzying. And she couldn't help but take note of all the Christmas decorations about. Gold streamers and red bows and garland and mistletoe and gosh, what was up with all the candles!? Each had a different scent, and the mixture was peculiar to her little nose. "Ugh." A finger was lifted and held beneath nose as Carley tried to walk away from the candles and escape their smell. "Someone sure likes candles." She paused, gaze resting on the other decorations. "...and Christmas." It didn't strike her as particularly masculine, and blacksmiths seemed like they should be.. masculine. Maybe the one working this place was a woman?

Something about the mix of it all was.. well.. creeping her out! It just didn't fit together. So with a little shudder she tried turning away from it all, searching for a person to talk to. "Hey! Someone in here? I don't got all day ya know!" Hand shifted away from her nose so that she could settle both upon her hips, tapping her foot impatiently upon the ground. She was surely the most intimidating 4'10" elf there was.

When Carley heard Jon Henri, bright blues snapped that way, widening just as soon as they settled upon the giant. "Holy sh- geez yer tall!" And no amount of scrunching or hunching was going to hide that fact! More in awe than fear, the little blonde elf bounced a bit closer, peering upwards. "You musta drank a lot of milk growin' up.. oh! Or are ya a half giant? That makes sense, big as ya are, cuz yer not just tall, you look like you can snap people in half pretty easy. I bet this job is easy for ya huh?" She gestured around before continuing on in her rambling. "I don't even see why ya need the tools, you could probably bend stuff or just chew on metal to break it. I'd sure hate to get on yer bad side..." Blue gaze was faraway for a moment, as she considered how Jon Henri would be in a fight. Though even at his size he didn't exactly come off as menacing to her. Smiling brightly, she shook her head to clear her thoughts.

"Anyways, there is definitely something you can do for me. I heard about this place and that ya did good work and-" She had slipped her hand into her bag and started rummaging around. "-I need a sign made. A really nice one too, and I can even afford it since everyone's chippin' in on it, so I don't want it made of cheap iron or copper, but I don't know if silver would work, and gold might be too gaudy, and platinum and mithril might be too pricey. And people might try stealin' that anyways, since it'd be so valuable." A couple papers were pulled out of her bag as she stepped next to Jon Henri. "What I want is a round sign, perfect circle about.. oh.. hm..." She pondered momentarily, before holding hands apart, about two feet apart. "This big? But I don't want words on it."

Carley knew what she wanted, and was getting straight to business, not letting poor Jon Henri get much of a word in edgewise. One paper was unfurled, and on it? Was a vague, sketchy oak tree design she had gotten when she set the paper over step stools in The Stitch- that bore the oak tree carvings Glenn put in all pieces of his furniture- and scribbled over it with a pencil. The other paper was an envelope, bearing the oak tree insignia in the waxy seal. Both of these were shown off to the giant. "I know neither one of these are great renditions, but I didn't really wanna drag furniture across town to show ya. I was kinda hopin' they'd be good enough to give you an idea of what I want engraved on the sign?" Finally her talking ceased, and curious eyes peered up and up and up and up towards the chocolate skinned man.