He was quietly pleased that his guess was correct as Thalassa's voice emerged from within her concealing hood. Altering his path to pick his way carefully across the uneven ground towards her he reached up to tap the armlet around one muscular bicep. "Another task to improve the armor." He slid the curling steel-silver jewelry that hid the magical armor off as he reached her, holding it out so she could see it. "I need to temper it in fire," he explained before turning his attention to her daggers.
"Hmm. I can replace the handle of a blade," he confirmed, examining the way that Thalassa's weapons were constructed. "But the old handle is destroyed to do so. If it is made of wood," he clarified. Whether Thalassa's blades were classically constructed or made of some other material would affect his advice on the matter. "Do you have tools with you?"
"Hmm. I can replace the handle of a blade," he confirmed, examining the way that Thalassa's weapons were constructed. "But the old handle is destroyed to do so. If it is made of wood," he clarified. Whether Thalassa's blades were classically constructed or made of some other material would affect his advice on the matter. "Do you have tools with you?"
