"I'll get the materials when things aren't all crazy, like you said, but how exactly do we 'forge' them into what you want? And what kind of 'item' are we talking about anyway?"

The girl realized she was still standing, a contrary posture in a situation where that kind of aggression was no longer warranted or needed. She took a seat with an almost sheepish smile crossing her expression for a second. She appreciated Solomon, was glad to be here, even when she felt like he might be lying. Sometimes it was just hard to remember that.