Crafty Crafty

Since discovering the Plateau Pyrrhic had pretty much lived there among the ruins. For a tinkerer like him it was just too good to pass up. There were so many incredible, useful pieces scattered around days could - and had already - be spent picking through them. Where others might have seen twisted, rusty trash, Pyrrhic saw potential. He saw weapons and fortifications, weatherproof - albeit unorthodox - trellises for Aerie's beneficial plants, and much, much more. The sky was the limit. It was for that reason that he hoarded nearly everything of interest he laid his eyes on. The only things to escape his ferreting were those that were too big or buried too deep. Those he marked so he could find and collect later when he had the means to.

He was on his way home with yet another haul - honestly his den looked like the home of a hillbilly junker dragon who one could reasonably assume was named Bobby Joe -  when an unfamiliar voice stopped him in his tracks. Aureus was not around, but Pyrrhic was so used to being mistaken for his twin that even if he had been he would have looked anyway just to make sure the speaker was addressing the correct Abraxas. He turned to Jupiter and looked the man up and down. Yep, never seen him before a day in his life. He would remember such a creature. "You've mistaken me for my brother," he replied simply.

Pyrrhic then hesitated. He very nearly excused himself and went on his way, but the tinkerer side of him couldn't resist a peek at the bracers. They were rather nice looking. Even from a distance he could see they had been crafted with the help of nimble primate hands and were thus cut smoothly, the lines crisp and neat. The sewing too looked good although he would want a closer look. "But," he said slowly as he eyed the leather. "I'd still be interested in that deal."

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