Re: (IC) 1: The Rescue
Erik did not seem reassured when Sand told him he could repair his bag, but relented and while keeping an eye on his possessions, he started talking about the grove, being neither good or bad, before switching to another language with sororities very similar to elvish, but different enough that Sand didn’t understand it. But the construct focus was on the bag.
Sand needs to empty bag to fix.
Erik watched him like a hawk as the warforged emptied the content of the bag, careful of all the items in it, taking mental notes of what needed repairs… which amounted to pretty much everything. Erik did snatched up a scroll case and held it close to his chest. Sand cocked his head sideways, wondering what was on the scroll.
But the bag first. Mentally he called on the “tool bag” he had implanted in his thigh, the wood fibers coming alive and separating like tentacles, pushing tools to the surface of his “skin”. Selecting one, he took the bag in his hands and examined it as the remaining tools merged back in his leg. He touched the bag with the piece of bent metal and muttered in his non-existing beard for a minute, the teared leather of the bag coming back together and merging, creating a bond as good as new. A few minutes later the bag was repaired, without any traces of ever have been damaged. It did need a good wash to remove the encrusted grime and dust, but that was unfortunately out of the warforged powers.
Nodding, he presented the bag to Erik, before looking at his companions, still discussing with the dark elf and the hunters. Figuring he still had time, he took a leather jerkin in the pile and restarted the magic that made him so happy.
He could fix things.
If only he could fix his speech impairment!