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mea culpa for delays on this

[aestivation]

For seven years.

[ he doesn't take it delicately — impossible, for the weight. casimir isn't a small man, but he rarely has cause to call upon a forge; it's not as though he swings the things about all day. still, it's a careful eye, cautious hands that examine the make, ]

Fine craftsmanship. Is it Dwarven? [ rare, south of the border. tevinter refugees seldom came running with masterworks in tow. ] If your staff has contained its core stably thus far, that bodes well. I assume you've an enchantment in mind.

no worries!

[thorndergod]

[Seven years. That is how long those eyes have been empty. And yet there's care in the way the Tranquil handles his hammer, assesses it. Thor's frowning by the time the question is asked.]

Yes. My family has some dealings with Dwarves. One in particular has... [He trails off. Do personal stories even matter to one such as this? By the Old Gods, he's never been quite so off-balance before. It's a good thing there are no enemies of his house watching him here; he'd hate for them to see this weakness. He takes a breath and barrels on to the other question, discarding the story-telling for now.]

I'd like something that enhances lightning. It is the primary element I fight with, and while I am good, there is always better. ...What did you most use? Before.

[So maybe he's curious after all, despite himself. Just a little.]