[Albel would always take a break for Sheena, and her kiss made him smile no matter how tired or focused or, well, sweaty he might be at the time.]
Well…
[He gestured at the red wagon in the corner, a huge heap of something covered in a large blanket. Apprentice craftsmen (and craftsmoogles) bustled about in the back, retrieving materials and crystals, heating and shaping hot metal over the anvil, arranging the “fingers” of a half-finished claw on a workbench. A gunshot was heard from the backyard testing area.]
I got a Magitek Armor?
[Among every other strange thing he’d been asked to build, that was perhaps the biggest surprise. He gently took the katana from Sheena.]
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Well…
[He gestured at the red wagon in the corner, a huge heap of something covered in a large blanket. Apprentice craftsmen (and craftsmoogles) bustled about in the back, retrieving materials and crystals, heating and shaping hot metal over the anvil, arranging the “fingers” of a half-finished claw on a workbench. A gunshot was heard from the backyard testing area.]
I got a Magitek Armor?
[Among every other strange thing he’d been asked to build, that was perhaps the biggest surprise. He gently took the katana from Sheena.]
Does this need to be sharpened?