Pysan shook his head in response to Jeanette's question. "I have other plans, sure. But probably not any better ones." He grumbled as he took a moment to resecure the journal inside of his supply pouch. "Half of them are just different versions of me slapping a note on this book explaining the situation and then tossing it into the gathering hall then going to bed." He muttered, tightening the straps of his gloves as he began to walk around the work bench with a less than energetic stride. "The other half is basically the same thing but I don't bother with the note, or the tossing and just go straight to bed."<br/><br/>His sister clicked her tongue at him. "Yeah right. As much as those suicidal librarians annoy....well most of us....you know you'd want to pick their brains about their observations when they got back, but now you just get to do it alongside them." She offered up before stopping, snapping her fingers and turning off. "Oh, on that note!" She nearly chirped, walking off to a large pile of inventory and materials stacked in various slats and shelves in the corner. There was a heavy clunk and some sounds of metal briefly scrapping metal before she came back with a large sword.<br/><br/>Pysan's shoulders slumped and his head tilted upwards as he looked at the ceiling of the workshop. "Why do you keep doing this to me? My sword is fine, I'll let you know when it's not, I promise." He groaned out the lines as if he had said them a hundred times before, but held his arms out anyways to accept the weapon as it was dropped into them.<br/><br/>"Just take it, okay? I built it based off of a set of blueprints we got from the old world smiths but some of the parts around here are different enough that I need someone to try it out before I sign off on making it a regularly accessible design. If we get old style blue prints and we want to make them with new style minerals and monster parts we can't just assume everything will behave the same, right?" She chided, grabbing him by the shoulder and spinning him to begin removing his old sword.<br/><br/>Despite his earlier complaints Pysan didn't resist, and instead just went with the motion, handing her the sword so she could strap it in, not actually even bothering to look at it. "Alright, just don't strap any random stuff to my old one while I'm out with this thing, okay? I like it just the way it is." He conceded in a flat tone but with all seriousness. His sister placed two fingers to her forehead, tapping the raised goggles in a mock salute before moving to store his old sword.<br/><br/>He adjusted the strap, feeling out the weight before moving to leave the forge. "Alright, well if we're going to catch up to them we shouldn't be too far behind. They aren't likely to move as fast as us through the underbrush, so hopefully we can catch them before they get too close to the Jagras nest." He looked back to Jeanette as he began to head out. "You all geared up and good to go?"