"Well, if you have the arcane materials I have the clothes (obviously) and the magic, so it could work. I think for this we'd need a liquid to hold the magic in place, a common one is blessed water but..." Then Millar showed him his blade, most interesting, he held out his hands. "Would you mind if I held it a moment? I 'd like to see it." He looked it over, noticing the words. "What do those inscriptions stand for? You made it yourself? I was supposed to do something like this but..." Another painful memory, this was lesson before his master died, enchanting.