With a flash he was there, just after she called--standing behind them, towering and still.
Ahh, the winged horse--was his task so soon complete-? He spoke with head canted slightly to one side, after James had finished speaking--from behind.
"Ahhh, James--back so soon? I fear my end of the bargain is certainly not yet held up." Tone apologetic, slightly puzzled--it had only been, what, three days? Perhaps four? Crimson pinprick eyes fell to the white wolf, and the block of ice. "My apologies, dear," (mimicry of James' term of endearment), "I am the Collector--I believe we have not yet met. Are you perhaps here because of--the ice?" he asked (or whatever, he supposed, might be in it).
@James
"I put it in ice because ice is slippery! Then I can slide it. It is too heavy and weird for me to carry." Comet gave the ice block an extra hard push and watched it slide several feet to show him. She wasn't sure either if the Collector would be able to help her with being able to carry the mace around. But it was worth a try.
Soon after she called, James jumped into the air and turned around. The pup spun around to, to see the Collector. That was creepy, it was like he knew that they were coming. "Oh um, yes. I found this... thing. Would it be possible for you to adjust it so I would be able to carry it and use it?" Comet requested.
"Very well," the Collector agreed, a nod in James' direction. And then, with faint humor, he added "That gives me more time to finish my task."
To Comet, he then gave his full attention; clawed hands clasped politely before him, and he regarded her, and then the mace, with interest. He gestured to it as she finished speaking, stepping closer to inspect it. "A pleasure to meet you, Comet. As for utilizing this item, what precisely did you have in mind? What did you wish to do with it, and how would you wish it to be altered?"
@James @Comet
Comet folded back her ears in alarm. Whoops she should not have said that. Now James was thinking that she was going to use the mace-- which she was. "But renny, it will help me fight better!" The horse was always worrying about her doing crazy things, but it was in her nature. She might as well use the mace to protect herself. Not like she was going to go purposely looking for fights... right?
"I want to use it to fight things. It would help if it could be made lighter or smaller, and easier for me to use in battle." she requested. From what she had heard from James, she knew that the Collector could give things, but not if he could adjust things. But it would be for a price.
Well, he couldn't give her anything too terrible to do--not with James and the other, ongoing task present. The Collector considered.
"Magically? No. However, you may be able to find a metalworker who can simply shave parts of it away, and reforge it into something smaller. Alternatively, perhaps you'd wish to trade it for something smaller in my collection-?" and his voice held the hints of an innocent smile.
@James @Comet