What do I look like, A Priest? A sexy one, Maybe.

Theodora lived outside of town for a reason. She liked her sleep, and more importantly, she liked having her home, the small thing it was, be a refuge of sorts from the towns and cities out there. And besides which, she needed a place to work at times, and now was one of those times.

Hunched over her workbench, the forge full flame, she was heating an ingot up to snuff for her to beat out a new blade for her hand crossbow. The blade had to be done in steel, otherwise it wouldn't bend and snap back appropriately, even after she had worked the gear box for the repeater in place. Sweat poured down her face and cheat, dressed in as little as possible, all her windows open to the night air as she worked, she pulled the ingot, glowing bright pink from the forge to take over to her anvil. Raising her hammer, she tapped the head into a small dish of water set on the anvils edge, hit the horn twice and was raising her well muscled arm to strike metal when she heard voices and a knock on her door.

Eyes narrowed, she slipped the ingot into the cooler coals to keep it at least withing a few minutes of being back up to temperature and grabbed a rag to wipe her hands and face off with as she headed to the door, opening it, assessing the two men on her porch.

You get ten words, before I go get Vera, and none of those involve my state of dress, nor an offer to keep me company in my bed because I can smell the damned drink off ya from here.