Big man, but no correspondingly oversized ego; he doesn't bristle at her frank examination, bearing up under it with patient equanimity, holding himself like a soldier. Not an officer - he'd make a much better leader than he imagines, but he's cannonfodder, that's the way it goes. He's a damn good blacksmith, but it's in his hands and not his spine.

The first question is: "Any preference about what you want it disguised as?" in that same unassuming way as he greeted her, the way he'd deal with anyone. She's not asking for anything he can't do, and they'll get to his discretion policy in a minute.