The finer details

The Warlord moved the parchment closer towards him. His eyes roving over it as he studied the sketch for a time. Making calculations in his head on what they could use to make each part. “The wooden handle will be easy enough. We will need to find something sturdy and whittle it down the shape. For the head, we can beat different pieces of metal into shape, and tie it with twine to the handle.” He said, speaking out loud as he considered their choices.

He ran a paw over the sketch of the head, considering further. “It will be heavy. We could put into place some of the metal now, and let you adjust to the weight-” and grow a little more “-and then fill more of the metal in at a later date. How does that sound?” He asked, waiting for the boy to agree for telling him to find a sturdy piece of wood.


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