IC Contact Post [Hadriel]

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This is Maketh Tua. State your business.

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[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.]

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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.