Attikias came prepared. Over-prepared, maybe, but he wanted to hang out in Fornax in case anybody else needed another enchant. It might be some time, but he could always try it-- hell, he brought a few more beads, and even rings of various sizes! They rested in the backpack over his shoulders, weighed down everything someone needed when they were taking a visit (including... a bedroll? he made a bedroll? apparently so). There wasn't a lot of wood in Fornax, either, so he'd brought materials for a small campfire if need-be.

Except, the climb was awful. He'd slammed his chest down an embarrassing number of times when slipping on the ice, and the place was wet, and he was a little hungry, truth be told. (Good thing he brought his fishing rod, something in the back of his mind chimed, but he shoved that far down before it could speak again.)

And so, what the Blacksmith would see through the door of Fornax would be a rising elf, huffing and puffing with a thick coat on and a much too heavy backpack, struggling not to slide on the tunnel's floors. And what he'd hear was worse- a rising "god this tunnel sucks. i nearly fucking busted my nose and this climb's hell, and i just want to be in fucking fornax already, i hate coming this way sometimes really it's sooooh hey, Blacksmith!" He cleared his throat, hoping much of that was too distant until he called out for the other humanoid, raising one hand up high to wave.

The Blacksmith probably heard that. Whoops.

Attikias glanced away for a moment before shaking himself out just slightly, planting his hands on the straps of his backpack as he approached. All in all, he was ready to spend a few nights, if need be- if he could keep a fire going, anyways. He could fish for food in Fornax, after all, and he had both his spear and his fishing rod visible from over his back.

"How's uh- everything going okay?" he started off, shrugging once he was in proper talking range of the Blacksmith. "I wanted to stop by, see if we needed any more enchantments. I have a few more items that can be enchanted, too, if you want to take them?" He glanced off to the side, shedding his leather jacket one arm at a time to keep one strap of his backpack on at all times. "-- I'll be honest, I didn't expect to see you here yet. I was just gonna camp out and wait for someone looking for you and offer to enchant the water breathing for them, but I guess two birds with one stone, huh?" He shrugged, looking back to the Blacksmith as he folded the jacket over one arm, left with a thin primitive top layer over his long pants.

Attikias nodded in turn, following the Blacksmith's gaze. The cart was interesting in his mind- but, he wasn't focused on that, only looking at a glance at the items inside. His eyes turned back when the Blacksmith spoke again. "I think giving some items light might help, too, if it'll be dark down there. I don't know if you'll want it dark, though, to avoid danger." He adjusted his jacket over his arm.

His gaze dipped to the cave-bound sea at the Blacksmith's worry. "I'm not a big swimmer- or even a fighter, really," he excused, lips drawn tight. "But I've been trying to spread the word with a few of the others. Do you know what kind of things will be down there?" He paused, debating inwardly- he didn't want to leave his family alone. Even camping out here for a few days felt too long for him, but perhaps, just perhaps, it would be worth the try.

He pulled his head back at the thought of the key, though. "Carja told me some." Of course, it was a general idea, but- "I wasn't able to find it, but I've commissioned someone to help. I'm hoping, at least." Cerilaine could be trusted, right?

Wandering to the side, though definitely not out of the conversation, Attikias squatted down as he shrugged off his pack. The flap was tied on with just a rope and two buttons- an easy opening. Practiced, he twisted that around and opened it to a very full bag. The top had small leather purses in it- one, he'd pulled out and folded the jacket in place there before glancing up to the Blacksmith. He squinted- almost like he was gauging the Blacksmith, trying to look behind the mask.

After a second, he shrugged as he returned to the pack. "How long've you been waiting here? Are you hungry, at all? I've got some dried nuts and berries, or some jerky, if you eat meat." He rummaged for a second, extracting another bag- this one a little bigger, though not as heavy as the one before. "I have some roe, too. I dunno how long we'll have to wait until that Key shows up, so I wanted to be prepared."

Attikias nodded, closing up his pack and gathering up both bags. One- the smaller, heavier one- went to his waist, to tie its rope around his belt and let it hang there. The other he held idly as he stood once more. "I can make them with magic, at least. Maybe some sort of-- focused baubled thing, with reflecting sides, that can be covered?" He idly brought one hand up to tap at his tattoo, thinking. "You might need someone with hands to use it, though."

He thought for a moment, looking back to the water once more. He had some sort of flashlight-lantern idea in his mind, something that could be directed with a bright light- or, several somethings. But, as the Blacksmith spoke, Attikias listened, his tail curling about one leg.

"We can only hope," he spoke wistfully, huffing. "Or, perhaps they found some other way out, some way to escape and live their lives. It doesn't seem likely, though- at least, I've never heard anything about them." He tucked in his arms before folding them, mind turning over. If it was like Hydra, they would've died down there- but, then, he could be sending people for their death too. The creatures down there could have grown hardened to their way of life, much more arduous than anything those up here could imagine.

In this time he spent thinking, his mind wandered, working back to enchantments. Soon- "Maybe some form of telepathy would help? Can't really talk underwater. Maybe some sort of thing to say 'we're in trouble' too, send back to someone on the surface, some sort of emergency group..." During this, the hand without the bag pulled up to tap at his mouth, his mind working out loud. One heel began to tap gently.

"But, it's a lot of maybes, especially if we even get people who can cast spells to enchant things with. -- I don't know where my daughter is, either..." The last sentence was tacked on, under his breath, as he rose his head to think. Could he get Vivilene to cast something for him, maybe? If she was back at the camp, at least.

He shook his head, waving his hand before returning it back to crossed position. He glanced back to the Blacksmith after all was said and done, conversational as he unwound his tail again.