Setting down his tools, the elemental wipes the sweat from his shiny metallic brow before inspecting his latest handiwork. The blood is still pumping vigorously through his veins after his two hours of concentrated effort. However, even he has to admit that he's fairly impressed with the finished product. It hadn't taken any where near as long to complete as he'd thought. Marcus considers making a matching armband or necklace, but soon realizes he has far more urgent business to attend to. He needs a beer.
"Right. First things first..."
Once he removes his stiff leather apron, the metalflesh grabs a clean rag and attempts to wipe the worst of the sweat and grime from his face and arms. He doesn't waste too much time being particularly thorough about it, though. After all, it's not like he's meeting Aaren somewhere fancy for a cocktail. He's at The Forge. Sweat and grime come with the territory. After locking the gate in the chain link fence surrounding the work area, Marcus saunters over to the bar to order his usual. However, the bartender beats him to the punch and places a freshly poured glass of Stella Artois in front of him before he even opens his mouth. He nods and smiles his gratitude at her before knocking back the ice cold lager. Listening to the music being played by tonight's dj, the elemental puts everything out of his mind for the moment and enjoys the relative peace and calm in the ordinarily deafening club. But, it's still early. Marcus knows the place will get busier as the night progresses. It always does.
Craft Time
What did he make?