[@Aristocles]

"The blade is a scimitar I got from a old friend, the shaft is an old quarterstaff I acquired in a black market deal, the handle is from the armbands of a demilich, the tassels, for lack of a better word, are from the bow of a vampire, and the cap at the bottom is the ring of an ancient death knight that I bested in combat. They are all designed to do one thing. Enhance necrotic power. I forged them into this scythe to make the ultimate necrotic weapon, but this staff seems to be it's equal. Might I keep it when we're done raiding this tomb? Provided the Lich doesn't reclaim it?"

[@bloonewb]

He looks up at the priest with a burning, ironclad gaze. "Don't bother me until I'm done with my work, if you know what's good for you." He continues hammering away at his steel, then plunges it into a tub of water to cool it. "There. Still gotta polish it, but I'm done for now." He hisses at the mention of sword making. "Don't make a mockery of my talent, priest. You don't think I've thought of that? I enjoy my work, and I don't want to be a pawn in someone else's game. You never even told me your name, no introduction, just straight into flattery to try swaying me on your side." He snaps once, and his massive smith hammer flies across the forge to his hand. "I've heard of Commander Mardex, and I know he's a great man, military wise. And you never will see finer metalworking. But I make far more then blades. Suggesting such is an insult to me, and my craft."