Jac'Eli'Zirem

Artistry. Was that what smithing was? Shai would likely be the best one to ask about that. In all Eliz's knowledge, weapons were just weapons. Made to kill. Didn't matter how they looked so long as they did that. Then again, maybe the artistry was how it killed? How well? He mulled over these thoughts, drifting into his own head again. There was a lot he wanted to figure out. Wait.
"I- uh. It was good. I haven't had hot chocolate since I was a kid. And.. Yeah. It was way better than what my buir used to get. Why?"
