IC Contact Post [Hadriel]

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This is Maketh Tua. State your business.

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All right. [It seems a simple enough procedure, though regrettably tedious. Nonetheless, it must be done. She will not see Henry without proper armor.

She tugs on a pair of gloves and activates the iron, waiting until it steams.] Ready now?

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[Henry nods, holding the ring aloft with the pliers and eyeing the tool with mild interest.]

Ready.

[He confirms.]

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[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.