Waen stops at an appropriate distance, just a few strides into the street, and takes a look at Fiadh. She hadn't bothered to put on a coat which was, frankly, understandable. She worked in a room with a forge. Seemed unfair though, that he ought to have padding on when she didn't. Waen hums and shrugs off his own coat, setting the thick wool and cotton garment aside.

He straightens the set of his own shirt with a tug and then squares up. He lifts his fists casually and gives her another look. It was sporting to give her the first punch, even if he was the challenger...but she was also a smith and he was a merchant. She could definitely hit with force.

Let it never be said that Waen was not polite.

"Alright then."