Hawke smiled at the polite introduction and extended his hand, "Pleasure, my name's Hawke - Guild President of the Braziers." Though he wasn't about to say it out loud, Hawke was rather pleased that a blacksmith had shown up. The guild always tended to have at least one or two decent ones in order to gain that much needed edge. The fact she claimed to have a shop down on the 35th floor also spoke measures considering it had only been cleared a few days ago. "Please, come in" he beckoned, "A few others have arrived already."