Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31595069-20170325095302/@comment-30014014-20170401022134

''Oscar stuck to his miniature forge, toiling endlessly in the craft of something potentially beneficial for his party should he prove successful. An experiment in the dwelling of his new talents in which he is still a novice.''

''Striking the metal of arcane, over the haze of cobalt flame, he worked tirelessly, his armor still clinging to his form. What face did he make under his 'knighty' helm? Nobody could say, but hearing of the silver made him worried. He did not believe a word of those monsters and wished to uphold his oath once more. His armor still hitched for reasons of ambushes.''

What was 'he' crafting inside?