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"...," Deitric remained silent, turning to notice the one-armed man who'd come into the store. He turned back, eyes roving over the stores interior before a rather large suit of armor seemed to blink. The warrior's hand went down to his belt buckle on instinct, waiting for something to happen. He wasn't exactly keen on being in the store, now that things were happening. Or, rather, happenings that didn't make sense to him.

"Any chance you know what's going on in here?" he asked, cocking his head back to the other man in the room with him.

Deitric watched as the one-armed fellow was forcibly removed from the shop. He was vaguely unnerved by the suit of armor moving on its own, though he'd come to seen odder things in his time. He turned towards the voice when the man spoke, and, credit to his stoicism, managed not to cringe - the man before him was a piece of work, and not a good one to look at, given his eyes and hands.

The warrior reached down to his belt and pulled out two scrolls, moving forward to set them down on the counter-top and roll them out. One had a surprisingly detailed drawing of a tomahawk, done with exacting precision. The other looked like a sort of light armor chest-piece, various notes scribbled about pointing out the finer details. All in all, they were both good drawings, and given Deitric's looks and garb it would've surprised most to find that he could create the images with such accuracy.

"I've heard the people in this shop can make great things. But I'm not looking for great things - just items of quality. I'm looking for someone who can make me two of these," the man motioned to the tomahawk drawing, "And this," he motioned to the armor diagram with the other hand. He was abrupt and to the point - but not rude. He only sought business, and so he kept himself in a business like fashion.

"Would that at all be possible, sir?" he asked politely, looking at the man evenly.

Deitric only offered a shrug.

"Smithing is a rare profession these days," he offered. It seemed to be true - he'd barely seen heads or tails of a single smith up until the Aegis. It wasn't as if he had the choice to go to a normal blacksmith for his items.

"Soon, as I'd like to train with them for the upcoming tournament. And I can pay with gold. I have one magical item, though I doubt it'd be worth a whole lot to someone with these sort of assets," Deitric said again. The man probably noticed the pocket-watch hanging off the tribesman's belt, vibrating from the magic in the store like a silent alarm.

He turned back to scrawling on the sketch of the armor to make his own notations on size, "Trash." He was rather blunt when he was working, and that was his exact opinion of the artifact as he thought he could likely craft something ten times better in half the time and do it with nothing but a rubber band and a paper clip. Whether he could or not was another matter entirely. He narrowed his eyes at the sketches and drew a line from one page to the next and then up into the air where he constructed a small button of sorts. With a single tap of the button with his spiritual stylus the blazing blue lines began to shift. A framework lifted from the pages and slowly fleshed out into a 3D representation of the finished product.

The head the tomahawks was slightly slimmer than drawn to decrease weight but between the reinforcements his Soul Forge would add and a barely visible cross brace in the head it would have even greater durability. The back of the head seemed to widen slightly and the entire thing seemed to be one massive piece of steel with a contoured grip outfitted with some sort of non-slip grip. Scrolling to the side of the weapon were several statistics on weight and aerodynamic coefficients compared to the old calculated statistics using base materials.

The 3D schematics of the armor were similarly arrayed and had been fitted to mold to Deitric's body specifically. If anyone else were to don the armor it would be restrictive in several key places or be simply too large to protect effectively. The metal plates had been broken into smaller sections in key locations but replaced with a flexible metal mesh actually inserted into the cured leather. In all it was masterfully crafted with only few true changes from the base design.

The Master Artificer contemplated the design for a moment before he reached out with his spiritual stylus and swept it across the grip. The light within the pen changed to a light green which bordered on an off-white. The change was minimal but as yet merely an option; Torment had written in what looked to be guards for the hands so that the weapons might be used actively in melee. The combination of increased durability and the new guards would allow for effective parries while keeping fingers out of harm's way.

The guards remained for only a moment before he removed them with a flick of the wrist. Off to the side a pair of gauntlets that did not restrict the fingers but were equipped with a metal plate to extend over the fingers and whatever happened to be in the hand to defend against one angle of attack. He contemplated shuffling through more options, "Anything at all to make it more interesting? At this point any further modifications without enchantment are free, and I have a large variety of bracers and gauntlets in stock. Perhaps a rig to attach them to your wrists to draw them back after being thrown?"

It happened again. The lighting within the small shop dimmed and in the aisle just before the tall man the lights went out completely. In some places light streamed in from other aisles but by and large it was fairly shadowed. As if from nowhere a man appeared walking down the aisle at the opposite end but he stopped just before the first strip of light from his end. Whether his voice carried as a whisper or simply broke down over the distance was hard to determine as he spoke, "Welcome to the Aegis of Torment. How may we help you today?"

This was the very same man before, all the way down to the sepia color scheme and the strange features marking his hands and eyes. While Kargin 'Torment' Nusradai was busy with Deitric Shar`Addan was tending to the everyday needs of the shop, such as actually greeting customers as opposed to ignoring them completely. The elder brother may have had no business sense but the younger of the two halves could at least try to bridge the gap.