Dragons of Despair, Chapter 1.4 The North Road
Ayrron moved almost as if on autopilot as the others walked, towards the back of the group. While he walked, he absent fiddled with something silver - some kind of metal in his hand. When asked what it was, he smiled. "Something to help us" He muttered.
But during teh walk, he was focused on what he was making, looking between that and the path ahead. When asked questions he answered almost like he wasn't listening - the answers of 'yeah, sure' or 'mmmm....sounds good' were muttered while he worked.
surprisingly, his new bag at his side was the source of his materails - pieces of metal, crystals, tools and such. the bag, though a little bigger than a large belt pouch, looked empty, but the items he pulled out seemed endless. At one point he pulled out a pair of smithing tongs with a frown. "Nope....too big." he muttered and put them back, only to remove a small pair of pliers with a smile.
When they stopped, he drank water and ate quickly, all the while the item on his lap or beside him. The item, on closer inspection looked like a bronze and silver filagree puzzle ball, with moving parts and accents of clear crystal.