The younger Dwarf tries, and fails, to show no interest in that line."Pleased to meet you, Svior! I am Frerin, Son of Óin, son of Gróin."
He looks to the shield, looks to you, looks back at the shield, then takes a stink-eye look back at you, all the while forming a question on his lips,Frerin shows Svior the Lion-Head shield that he brought. "This is something I found on my travels. I believe it was once an item of fine quality, and would like to restore it to its former glory. But while I've tried my hand at crafting shields before, I am not sure if my own skill will suffice for this. So I asked around, and I was told that you are the one to talk to for this kind of work. So, if you have the time and inclination, Svior, I would like to ask for your help, and your tutelage, on this project. Of course, I realize you will require a demonstration of my skills to make sure you're not wasting your time, and I am also ready to make it worth your while."
"Do you know any history concerning this shield?"