"That's true," Cuan said, nodding thoughtfully as he used the tongs to pick the armor out of the furnace again, the metal cherry-red but the rents had melted shut, the armor whole if not particularly smooth or pretty currently. "But how would we get information out to you on when to plant said bombs or warn about such ancient evils..?"<br/><br/>"And tell your stomach to be quiet, even if I agree to this it'll have to wait until I finish the captain's suit," he warned. "It'd be terribly unprofessional to leave the job unfinished."