Elle followed after Nil, although she was practically trotting to keep up with his long stride. Being about as familiar with Whiterun as he was, she was content to let him lead the way and keep an eye out for the blacksmith. She was about to comment on the fact she remembered seeing it at the entrance to the city, but it seemed that he had already spotted it and picked up the pace. She would have to remind him to walk a little slower later, seeing as they had reached the forge. The young women hard at work hammering out a sword on the anvil paused her labor to reply to Nil when he addressed her. She stood at Nil's side and listened to the exchange quietly, furrowing her brow when the blacksmith mentioned the price then went on to say that the armor would not be available for quite some time. She looked up at Nil only to find him already staring back at her with- was that hope? 

It then occurred to her that he may want to persuade the blacksmith to hurry the order on account of her status. This was very new to her, as she had never had much to her name and hardly any skill for persuasion anyway. The fact she now had a degree of power and importance to her station was very strange, and she didn't know how she felt about using it to get what she wanted. But, they were on an important mission that could affect all of Skyrim, so it wasn't like she was lying. She recalled when she had first met Nilovas when they had been captured by the Imperials and how he didn't have much problem at least trying to use an air of self importance against their captors. While it hadn't exactly worked, she had taken a few notes. Although, he had changed quite a bit since then, despite the fact the Helgen had only been days ago. Who knew that they'd be here now.

She sighed and gave Nil a slight nod. [color=00B2EE]"Um, if I may,"[/color] she began, stepping forward with an apologetic smile and pushing loose hair behind her ear, [color=00B2EE]"It's of the utmost importance that he has suitable armor, because the jarl has charged us with the protection of Whiterun against the dragons,"[/color] she explained. Which wasn't wrong, he [i]had[/i] made her thane, so she would ultimately be defending Whiterun from dragons. 

[color=00B2EE]"I know there's a civil war and you must be very busy, but the dragons aren't going to pick a side, and we can't do our job until my friend has been properly outfitted for the task,"[/color] she added, gaining more confidence as she spoke. She didn't want to pull the dragonborn card, since she wasn't sure whether or not such a claim would be taken seriously. Plus, she didn't want to have to prove it. The shouting still scared her.

She cast a glance back at Nil, whether for input, approval, or support, she wasn't sure. She just hoped that the woman would consider her words and cut them a better deal. Elle's request seemed reasonable to herself, but she wasn't sure how her little argument would be received. She still needed to purchase a sword, which she was fairly sure that the smith would already have on hand, but maybe she could use the extra business as persuasion should she still refuse.