His introduction was just slightly awkward. There was something in that brief moment of hesitation, where he reached to take her hand, before he thought better of it, that disarms her. Perhaps she is at ease because he is a smith, perhaps it is the smithy itself that calms her, but she decided to trade freely in this knowledge, here and now.

In truth, there are many reasons why she should not speak about the enchantment on this cloak, but Alejandro's open curiosity is so obvious that she finds each of them somewhat lacking.

"I am called Galadriel," she answers in kind and, after inclining her head, returns her attention to weaving.

"This cloth will become a cloak. It is a gift for someone who has dearly earned it," she explained, not because he had asked, but because it set the context for the enchantment. "When it is worn, this cloak will hide the wearer from unfriendly eyes; it will conceal them from those they wish to evade, or those who would do them harm."

She wove as she spoke and the nature of the enchantment became more and more obvious as she worked. The cloak was just a cloak, but when the light struck it, it would shift and appear to be something else altogether, some surface nearby or hazy and indistinct.

"It may also detect that which is corrupted--crafts that I have made often do. It cannot summon flame, but I expect it will burn corrupted flesh all the same."