[center][h1][color=Silver]Silme[/color][/h1][/center]

Silme's eyes shifted away from the giantess and her posse to address the blacksmith, the initial bite of his eyes softening slightly as his an embarrassed flush over took his features. Of course some random blacksmith in the middle of bumfuck nowhere wouldn't be able to fix up some atlas egghead's science experiment of a weapon. With a somewhat petulant huff, Silme took both the gauntlets and the lien back from the man, running a hand through his hair as he struggled to formulate some sort of apology that would allow him to save some face.

[color=Silver]". . . Fine, you've got yourself a deal, tho these things aren't much better than arm guards as they are. Still, maybe I'll be able to stumble upon a solution."[/color] Silme gave the blacksmith a wave before turning back to Tori's posse, which had seemingly double in size during his conversation with the Maroon. Looking between the sword user and the strange blue-clad woman, Silme felt an urge to say to hell with all this and ditch the mission entirely. This was more people than he'd been expecting, and he had already been less than thrilled about the amount of people he'd started with. However, he swallowed his pride, reasoning he'd only have to deal with until they hit the mainland, then he could fully ignore them once the hunt started.

With this in mind, he made his way to Tori, not particularly loving the idea of spending even more time idling about. Especially not 10 agonizing minutes.

[color=Silver]"I say we've waited long enough, and that the number of people assembled is more than enough to deal with whatever we're dealing with. Wait any long, and the Grimm will be long gone while we go through another round of pointless introductions. So can we just [i]fucking[/i] leave already."[/color] Silme didn't bother addressing Azu and the rest beyond a sideways glance, recognizing Tori as the one calling the shots at the moment and, as a result, the only one worth talking to.

[color=silver][i]. . . Well, maybe not the only one.[/i][/color] Silme contemplated in his mind as his gaze fell on Azu, remembering his earlier outburst with a click of his tongue. The only way to understand the workings of one Atals egghead is to find another atlas egghead, and Azu was the closest he had on hand. However, the likelihood of him assisting her after his earlier. . . 'outburst' was extremely close to zero. So unless he apologized to her ([color=silver]no way in hell[/color]), he likely wasn't getting her help in the matter. Which meant likely another month of slamming his head against the wall.

[color=Silver][i]Fan-fucking-tastic.[/i][/color]