The question brought to mind another inquiring drylander and Hadama wondered what had become of the mischievous bird for a moment. He hadn't seen her in quite some time, but for a moment he considered Lena, green eyes thoughtful, before he inclined his head in agreement of her suppositions. "Special places, and special tools. Magic tools, that protect what they forge from rust and rot. They have been in my family for generations. When my mother retires they will come to me. But until then..." He trailed off with a shrug of broad shoulders. Her well wishes were met with another small bow at the courtesy, and a smile in his eyes at the inquiry.
"Jewelry, mostly. Blades, rarely. Other materials last longer, but do not keep an edge as well as metal." So there was call for it underwater, in spite of how much extra care and magic was required to make and preserve it.
Mention of a Collegium had his eyes brightening. "My sister would have many questions for them," he rumbled, amused. "And my father, even more. What do they study?" Since she didn't seem to mind the topic of her family.
"Jewelry, mostly. Blades, rarely. Other materials last longer, but do not keep an edge as well as metal." So there was call for it underwater, in spite of how much extra care and magic was required to make and preserve it.
Mention of a Collegium had his eyes brightening. "My sister would have many questions for them," he rumbled, amused. "And my father, even more. What do they study?" Since she didn't seem to mind the topic of her family.
