As the girls settled down, and made a place to sleep, Merlin found his way back to the smithies tent, looking for Ragnar and Finny. He poked his head in, and squinted at the heat in the air. Farkas and Ragnar had made a good headway in repairs, he noted glancing at the rack full of now replaced and repaired steel. He never much cared for the art of wielding a sword. Why would he when he could summon power right at his fingertips. He learned to use daggers out of need, not from a place of want, but still, he appreciated the artistry that went into crafting a blade. He certainly couldn't deny the mastery Farkas had, but he did wonder which ones Ragnar repaired. "How is it that only a few hours went by, yet this rack is almost full?"