"Ah, Mr Hawks! Yer timing couldn't have been more perfect. Tell me, how would these do ye?" I reaches beneath the workbench and pulls the carvings I just this morning had finished. "...And will ye take a look at me handtools. I think that I ned something special to sharpen me favorite one in particular. :
"Ahh, Rummy....yas needs some fixin o yer tools. They be a mite dull. Give em ta me ana I will straighten the one out and sharpin the others fer ya. Also, those molds wil be perfect. I will take em back wit me ana place sand in em fer the hot metal. Ya should ave yer hinged fer the chest in no tyme. Now, would ya like regular black itron or brass?"
Mr Hawks sees Mr Anthony over to the side looking like he was waiting to get into the conversation. He finally decides to ask Mr Hawks about his claymore.
"Well, Mr Anthony, I aves yer weapon finished. It just be coolin down yet. As soon as it is right, I be makin sure to deliver it right away. I think ya will be mite pleased wit it."