[ Curufin looks up, sets his hammer down and smiles at her. His ears aren't anywhere near as pointed as a Vulcan's, they just have small, graceful tips that faintly remind one of fairytales. Some mortals have ears like this, so it is not so much his ears that make him stand out as not-mortal, but the light in his eyes and the subtle suggestion of otherworldly power that he radiates. ]

It is a boat, indeed! I am hoping to finish it before the week is out. Do you know about boats?

And by the way, my name is Curufin Fëanorion. What's yours?