>>5634716<span class="mu-r">Sir cavall, thou grace our forge with fine request and thy bring from distant shores worthy materials to fashion for a Stalwart of you repute and glory a weapon worthy of war.
But I pray it is not imprudent of one forgeheart such as I when one inquires:
Be thy Squire in need of punishment? Thou say he desires, in order:
A helmet so light as to be of no impediment
Yet
It muststh remain protective enough to earn the title "helmet"
yet be nary heavy, not loud nor confining nor indiscrete. And this wonder of the armouring arts thou wishes made from iron and steel, not clouds and skies and hopes and drearms?
But ofth this budget he pledges all that he has yet but so long the price in the end be reasonable?
A helmet that doth not get in the way, yet, armor serves such its purpose when it but does get in the way of impediments on lifes path.
Sirrah, we shall your fine mace have fashioned in but a week and shall at our own cost wright for thee a whip such that you may punish your mendacious squire, for such an accoutrement as he desires does not find its place beneath the Empyreal Eye.
Albeit, having said these words, Mechanical Soul Bel does a challenge adore. I shall forward thy request to him and he may once again astound us all with his cunning.</span>
>I guess they're making a mace, then>and.. hm. 