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He blinks. "Is that to polish your arm or something? Or did you have someone do an omen and they said to bring one? Ha." Taking it with a look of bemused amusement.

"Actually closer on the arm, it was nearly invunlerable .." A sigh "Was. and I do work a little in metals."

"Huh. We should talk later. I've done some minis in pewter, but as easy as it is to mold, it also is too fragile sometimes."

"Sure, I'm not great, but I'm.. passable bordering on good"

"Hmm." He has a look on his face that he's thinking on something, but... maybe it's not quite a full-fledged idea yet. The notion is set aside as he nods to Colton, and heads to go check out that anvil with the interesting markings. Maybe it's just old notches of wear with rust set in, but either way, the sluagh wants to find out. It is, after all, a thing he could know.

Studying the markings... huh... a maker's mark.

Matches one of the names of the deadmarks

Guess he was the local smithy

Symon notes the name and occupation next to the list of the fallen he has compiled, and returns to his searching.

He finds a large dagger, almost sword like to him, that with a bit of brillo work shows a sense of humor.. There is an arrow towards the point of it, and in Latin words that translate to 'Stick This part into Target, Twist, Pull, Repeat as necessary'

"Ex puncto fixo, repetere si opus fuerit..." He muses over this for a while, wondering if it's a magical bunk, or perhaps a demonic chant... when he finally remembers to check Google translate, the eye-rolling is SEVERE. "Gotta remember to tell Vali about this one. Or maybe not. It might encourage him."

Mmmph, maybe it was Vali in a past life who somehow escaped the dragon?