Recognition clicked in Asch's brain. This was Skuld, the girl that was going to make his sword. Or so he hoped.

"I'm Asch. I spoke to you on the bulletin about getting a sword made, actually, I just didn't know what you looked like."

He wondered if there was a way to ask about timeframe without being really rude. He wasn't generally one who cared about politeness, but he didn't want to piss off the person who was going to make him a sword, either.