[There are, in fact, two men in the shop--a burly human carpenter working on fixing a chair, and a slim, black-haired elf sweeping the floor. The human glances up with a smile before going back to his work. The elf holds up a finger.]

Just a second, [he says.] Almost done.

[He sweeps the wood shavings into a pan and disposes of them before wiping off his hands and approaching.]

It's been passed down in my family, [he says casually in response to her questions.] Willem lets me use a room in the back so long as I keep the place clean for him. Did you have something specific in mind?