Felih suddenly goes dark in the cheeks when asked about why he wants to pursue blacksmithing. He begins to file away very hard at his tools, determined to properly prepare them before he tries again with any plating, and mumbles.
"There- well. There's someone I want to be able to make good weapons for," he mumbles. "Strong tools, strong axes. He doesn't use shields, so- so... I want to be sure his weapon never breaks when he fends off assailants," he admits. "All my companions could benefit from strong weapons, but him- he bears the brunt of enemy assaults for us, so I worry."
"I've- y'know. Heard the horror stories, about folk who perished because of a weapon that didn't hold."
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"There- well. There's someone I want to be able to make good weapons for," he mumbles. "Strong tools, strong axes. He doesn't use shields, so- so... I want to be sure his weapon never breaks when he fends off assailants," he admits. "All my companions could benefit from strong weapons, but him- he bears the brunt of enemy assaults for us, so I worry."
"I've- y'know. Heard the horror stories, about folk who perished because of a weapon that didn't hold."