The pack exchanged glances. Whether overwhelmed with humility, excitement, or a mix of the two, they could not easily form a response.

Janius rubbed the back of his neck and defaulted to sarcasm. "I don't know. Making more of these masterpieces seems like it would reduce the legend somewhat."

"Forgemaster." Fendros virtually interrupted Janius. He was much more serious. "If you would make his armour for any reason, so be it. But, know that it is not politeness or the privilege that we would wear it, but the honour." He gestured to the others. "Foremost, we are a family, and we are honoured that you would help to protect our loved ones for the coming invasion."

In her usual way, Sabine expressed her gratitude more directly. She approached Valgar and held him in a tight hug. The act likely dirtied her dress but she paid no attention to it.

"..." Rhazii was still as his eyes glanced curiously between Fendros and Valgar. He brought a finger up to point at himself and Julan. "Can we have sets, too?" He asked half-seriously.

Fendros let out soft laugh, but the thought brought an abashed dark purple to his face. "Rhazii, I think it is best we talk about that later."