Glory watched as Elyon went through each of the weapons, watching her reactions carefully and nodding at places. Once she picked up the spear, though, he could see that it was what she preferred. He felt a little disappointed, though, when she put it back. So he returned to simply waiting silently.

Until she finally spoke and he almost leaped for the joy that it gave him. His eyes shone with happiness as he opened his wings and fluttered over to the spear. "Ah, yes, of course! Any preferences to the make? The build of the pole? Simple or detailed? I'll need to take measurements of course. Do you want it easier to throw or to wield? Or a balance of both? And what about the shield? Plain or decorated? Do you want some sort of symbol on it? Round or a different shape?" His words were becoming very fast as he darted over to a different pile and began to sift through it. From it he unearthed a couple of tall wooden poles that he took back to Elyon. She was too tall to measure with only one. He held out one to her. "Hold this to the ground, will you?"

Once Elyon was holding the first pole, Glory held the second and fluttered into the air with the second in his claws. He lined it up to the bottom pole and, at the height of Elyon's shoulders, made a small mark and another at the head point. Another at the waist as well. A slightly different mark at the elbow and where her arm hung at her side.

With his measurements done, Glory grabbed both poles and set them beside the forge before jumping back to the pile. "Yes, okay, strong and sturdy, for use rather then decor. And yes, of course!" He shifted more things around before unearthing a thick slice of rock. There were scuffs and scratches in the corner but the center was clear. "Here you go. The rock is pretty soft so it should scratch away easy." He set it in front of Elyon before grabbing another for himself. He sat himself steady and began scratching at the surface with a delicate claw, eyes narrowed with focus.

Glory looked up from his own scratchings and moved so he could see what Elyon had drawn. It was messy but he could see what she was getting at. "Ah, okay, I see. You'd like the spear to be both a stabbing and a slashing weapon? And you'd like the shield to be able to be mounted into the ground to better wield the spear...interesting and creative! I'll have to come up with a stronger alloy for the bottom of the shield, then, so it doesn't shatter or dent when you thrust it into the ground." He paused. "Ah, I just remembered something. I'll need to do one more test."

He turned back towards his pile and began shifting around in it until he unearthed a spear, quite basic in composition, but it looked sturdy and strong. He picked it up in his beak and dragged it over to where Elyon was, dropping it in front of her. "If you could, go to the wall," He opened his wing and gestured to the side of his cave where there were a number of dents and scratches in the wall, "and thrust the spear as hard as you can against a flat spot. Don't worry if it breaks, I need to measure how strong I'll need to make the weapon."

Glory watched carefully as Elyon thrust the spear against the wall. His keen eyes caught the bending of the tip and the way fumbled with it a bit. A novice's work, but she would improve. And it gave him all he needed to know.

He hopped over to the wall and carefully inspected the area that Elyon had hit with the spear. With one of his claws he drew a small circle around it, puncturing a few small dots around it, to mark it as his current work. "Thank you very much. I think I can take it from here." He turned to face her, inspecting the tip of the spear that she showed to him. "If there's anything else you'd like me to know before I work, now is the time. You may stay if you wish but it will take some time. Days, maybe a week or so, before I am finished! You may do what you like in this time. When the pieces are completed, they shall wait here for you."

Glory nodded proudly and hopped forward to watch as Elyon squeezed out of the cave. "I will! Thank you so much! I'll have your pieces done soon!" He watched her go for a moment before immediately turning back to his forge.

He had work to do.

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