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Sounded like a damn good deal to Jupiter. He nodded once firmly, but then second guessed himself and looked to Amadeus, who would be doing all of the heavy lifting in this deal. The tamarin's mouth scrunched up as he considered the request. After a beat he picked up one of the bracers and ran his fingers down the inner edge where Artur wanted the claws set. He then glanced over at the neat rows of metal bits Pyrrhic had laid out. A plan was forming. He could wedge the bases of the claws between two thin pieces of metal, fasten them together to create a ridged edge and then sandwich them between the leather layers. Doing that would add to the integrity of the bracer and keep the claws from bending away when they met resistance. He nodded and Jupiter said, "You've got yourself a deal, friend. Amadeus will take care of you."

Jupiter's ears pricked and his brows rose in interest as the younger man introduced himself. "Adravendi you say?" His nose worked as he sought out Artur's scent curiously. Once he got that his expression grew keener. He was from Valhalla. That was just delicious. Jupiter licked his lips and tried to stifle the smile that threatened to dominate his features. "You're from Valhalla," he said warmly. "You're Aurielle's kin, eh? Well, I'm Jupiter. Feel free to give her my regards next time you see her."

Best not to forget the pretty boy. Jupiter glanced over at Pyrrhic. "How's it coming? Not to undercut your friend's abilities, I have no doubt they are as formidable as he is, but if you want help with that you let me know. We are at your service." In whatever capacity you want, buddy.

Amadeus meanwhile scooted closer to Artur. He held one paw out for the claws and with the other gently touched the inside edge of the bracer, first pantomiming a row and then a poking a single spot low on the bracer. "Do you want a row of them down the inside of each or a single one on each attached like a big dewclaw?"

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