The way Cindy's dressed up, she looks like she's headed to either a serious business meeting or she's a serious minded woman who headed for a serious date with an equally as serious man. The snug black skirt and matching blazer are only offset by the ivory silk button-down blouse underneath. Her heels are a classic style, all business, no bullshit. Topping off the ensemble is a pair of sunglasses. Forget the business meeting and date. She looks like she's off to a funeral.

It's an odd outfit to be wearing to go and visit a blacksmith, but Cindy is Cindy and nobody tells her what to wear when she feels like wearing something unless they want a heel stuck in the middle of their forehead. But she's here, pushing open the heavy shop door and sticking her head in the crack.

"Who do I speak to for a commission?" she announces more than asks. Cindy wants to get her shit and go with the least amount of wasted time.