Demetri Rowan Howell
Demetri gave Lauryn a half smile, shrugging his shoulders as she apologized for Michels behavior. It wasn't her place to need to apologize, and the small gesture of feeling the need to do so sat ill with him. It reminded him of something a girl at school used to go on about, something about women being trained to apologize to men and how the new wave needed to break the cycle. Demi didn't really understand it all, but it wasn't his place to disagree either. He turned back towards his work, hammering away his frustration to help better shape the neck into the shape of Odysseus's ship. "It's fine. You have nothing to be sorry for." His smile widened and softened, becoming a bit more genuine.
He placed the neck into the fire once more, pulling it out and shaping it, adding grooves, indents, and texture to make it appear more like wood and having it take the shape he wanted finally. Pleased, he dunked it into the pot next to him to quench it and steam rose out. Demetri pulled it out and placed it on a nearby table, moving over to the next item on the list. He heated more metal sheets, pressing them and forming them along the templates laid out before him thanks to Lauryn, creating the sides and back pieces. He continued the same marks he'd done on the neck on the outside of the back and sides, keeping the boat theme going. When he was finally done, he wiped some sweat off his brow and gave a whistle. "Man you guys make this stuff look easy. But who knows maybe I've got a bit of Hephaestus in me." Demi said with a chuckle as he continued on. "So, welding. Walk me through it?"
Location: Dining Pavilion
Cassian thought on what Janelle was saying, playing a scale on his pan flute as he thought. The last note hung for a moment, before he finally released it and tapped his fingers on the Celestial bronze. "If he's anything like you then he must be an alright guy. Especially if he doesn't condone bullying." He noticed the absence of her next to him, having decided not to take the seat he offered her. It bothered him for some reason but he wasn't sure why. Cassian had decided to let it go, extending his legs a bit further out so that they were straight, having all the weight on his heels.
"You're not wrong there. No one should underestimate another person. Especially if that person is your opponent. It's one thing to be confident, another to be careless." Cassian stood up, looping the leather chord onto his hip again and giving a small stretch. He watched as the Harpies started clearing things out and gave a nod towards Janelle before recalling she couldn't see him. "Right. Soo...were you thinking we should leave together or?..." He didn't want to assume anything, especially if she had meant for them to part their separate ways.