Dorisma sat down next to the blacksmith and watched the process intently; she had always been interested in the way that humans forged their weapons and armor that allowed them to so easily win against the other denizens of the world. It seemed not so hard, yet it had proved to be devastatingly effective. As she had no opinion in how the weapon should be melted down, the proposed system seemed fair enough. She had no interest in what was done with the horse as even if they kept it the poor thing would be squashed under her weight. Dorisma watched the blacksmith intensely, if she learned more about how these weapons and amours were created she could learn how to break them better.