[Henry nods, then pauses, narrowing his eyes critically. He is, regretfully, no blacksmith.]
On second thought.
[He opens up the ring again and frees it.]
If you heat the ring here where the ends are open, then I shall weave it in and close it.
[That likely makes the most sense, given the present limitations. It's hardly as though they have the supplies, tools or skill to wedge rivet mail. So, welded.]
These must be done one at a time, I fear.
[This would be a horribly dull task without the company.]
[There's no point in stalling, so Maketh presses the iron against the ring. It's less dangerous than a blow torch, but requires a steady hand. It doesn't take long for the metal to begin to change colors.] There.
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On second thought.
[He opens up the ring again and frees it.]
If you heat the ring here where the ends are open, then I shall weave it in and close it.
[That likely makes the most sense, given the present limitations. It's hardly as though they have the supplies, tools or skill to wedge rivet mail. So, welded.]
These must be done one at a time, I fear.
[This would be a horribly dull task without the company.]
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She tugs on a pair of gloves and activates the iron, waiting until it steams.] Ready now?
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Ready.
[He confirms.]
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