Leonardo certainly didn't fit the image Seifer had in his head of a blacksmith. Usually expected them to be gruff and grizzled, like an old soldier or someone who always wanted to be one but made the weapons instead. This guy seemed... Warm. A stark contrast to his expectations, which left him silenced for a moment while he took in the figure before him.

Well, if the man was skilled he wasn't going to complain one way or another. "Hey," A pause, still trying to get his bearings. Unaccustomed to such energetic and friendly greetings. "Er, Seifer. Seifer Almasy. You're the new smith in town, yeah?" Leonardo had thrown him so off his footing he initially forgot what he was there for. "I heard you're willing to make weapons," Which, upon glancing over he definitely noticed the stock which he nodded at. "What d'you charge for a sword?"