Ithalin took the weapon with a nod, giving it an experimental swing once Heinrich was clear of the arc. His opinion of Borogravian blacksmithing was growing warmer with each second he held the hammer. While it certainly wasn't as light as the metal he preferred to work with-- which wasn't really a metal at all, but regardless-- it was balanced enough that it didn't pose any more difficulty than a weapon stripped from an opponent in the heat of battle.<br/><br/>Setting it down onto its haft, or more accurately its counterweight, a wry grin sneaked upon his lips as he listened to Heinrich talk about the need for these relics. Bringing a hand up to the striking head, he traced a finger along the runes inscribed on the block of metal, still half-listening to the elf's words with the construct. He pondered briefly if he could put in a requisition for one of the brutes to be shipped out to the fortress, so that he could understand the language his fingers were gliding across. Knowing that such a thing was in the same realm of possibility as his own self suddenly coming back to 'life', he instead decided to do something completely different. The tips of the fingers in direct contact with the metal faded slightly, in the sense that they went from opaque to translucent in the beat of a heart. A lattice-work of faint blue expanded across the runes, attempting to extract any latent magic held within, and bring it to the surface. Even if there was none to be found, after expanding to encompass the entire head of the weapon the lines of energy began to 'fold' together, forming what appeared to be three 'I's-- one on the top of the head, and one on either side.<br/><br/>Lowering his once-again normal hand to his side, he shifted his weight to lean more upon the warhammer, the giant of a man looking terribly drained, with pronounced pouches under his eyes, and an all-around hollow look to him. Turning his gaze from his finished work to the pair, he looked down at the dagger that was being exchanged.<span style="color: #b30000">"Terribly small toothpick you're giving her there, instructor. Did you mind to tell her to aim for the kidneys?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>