Some time passed as Sheo and Magnus started to work on the iron. They worked on it piece by piece, knowing that even if they worked as fast as they could they wouldn't quite get a full suit. Maybe most of the body. At Magnus's request Sheo started the creation of his armor first by sixing him; wouldn't do them any good to make armor that's too big or too small for him. This allowed her to get rather... Touchy-freely with the boy, though she dialed back the playfulness as she was serious about forging his armor. While she did crack jokes at his expanse, such as<span style="color: lightgreen">"I bet all the girls back at Goldenburg would want to do this for you."</span>and<span style="color: lightgreen">"Why wear armor when you can just show off your body?"</span>she got the measurements she needed. Scribbling them down on a roll of parchment, the first thing they did once the metal was ready to shape was cut sections off. At least Sheo did, carefully using a hammer and chisel to carve the raw iron.<br/><br/><span style="color: lightgreen">"Alright, I think we have plenty of iron for what you want, but we don't have the leather. I can handle shaping the iron to the parts we need, so go find a tanner and see if he can get you some good bits. I'd say about twenty pounds of treated leather ought to be enough. We won't need all of it, mind you, but better to have too much than not enough."</span>Taking another drink of grog to keep her going Sheo focused her attention back to carving the cold iron into small metal plates for Magnus's Brigandine.<br/><br/>More time passed, and despite Sheo's initial statements, they actually managed to get most of Magnus's armor done. Perhaps powered by drunken fury Sheo had managed to create the plates and rivets for the Brigandine, and after Magnus returned with the leather Sheo unleashed a fury of rage and passion as she formed a rather masterwork coat of cold iron. It would be just large enough to cover Magnus's torso and around his thighs, though not as much as the cuisses. Oh yes, while Magnus was gone Sheo went ahead and started to craft the rest of his armor, with the last piece she was working on was the helmet. How a single woman managed to forge almost an entire suit in the same time it would take Magnus to find leather was a mystery, and she herself was in a drunken stupor the entire time. Still, now all they needed to do was biund the metal to leather, create the mail, and start with Magnus's shield. They still had plenty of iron as well, enough that Sheo could use the excess to turn into small blades to sell or use.<br/><br/><span style="color: lightgreen">"Aaaaaye, sonny! What took ya so long!? I got like... Five hourahs! Took me five hourahs on dis ere amor. So fraking hungry, mah gods! Mangus! Get me a cow lick! A nice blond, with shapely legs and a nice, long dong!"</span>Sheo rambled drunkenly, yet still somehow able to put together the armor with great speed and dexterity.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Atisha was quiet as Verigan explained both the basics and deeper intricacies of Dark Magic. He allowed Atisha to preform some minor Dark Miracles within the wagon, but made it clear that if she wished to practice she would need to go somewhere more... Discrete. He knew of a place, but first Atisha wanted to jot down the basic guideline of handling Necromancy before she went off to practice. One of the more important things she'd need was a catalysis, i.e. a magic wand or staff. She guessed that Verigan would have what she'd need to acquire one, though she would asked Sheo to make it for her. She was thinking of a glove as her catalysis. Getting the demon's blood might be a more difficult part if Verigan can't accommodate. Writing down her notes Atisha looked to her new mentor.<br/><br/><span style="color: goldenrod">"Interesting... Very interesting. If you have the time, I would like to try to apply some practice. And do you have anything which I can use to create a catalysis of my own? I'm... Not used to using one, to be honest. Oh, or perhaps would a familiar be substituted?"</span><br/><br/>An errant thought that went through Atisha's mind. It wasn't something she knew a lot about, but she remembered how some magic users had creatures serve to help focus their magics. Some were simply animals who underwent rituals, but some were sentient and powerful creatures in their own right who helped their master cast their magics by bolstering it with their own. It would certainly be a better alternative if she can't acquire the demonic essence she needs, unaware of the Ichor her mother had and was using at that time.