Larazus was in the forge, he hands were weaving over a piece of ancient armor which had been looted and reforged to suit to elven body, a dark purple waves danced gently upon the surface, carving abyssal runes into it's surface. He was enchanting it whit his infernal gifted powers when Sarya arrived.<br/><br/>Larazus turned to her and said to her polite manner; "In a moment mistress, I just finish this incanation." Larazus turned his attention to the armor and continued his spellweaving process. When the abyssal runes connected to another line of runes where he had started the weaving he then stops and places the armor gently upon the forge. It was not yet fully doned but it was in good phase where he or anyone else can start the spellweaving to finish it.<br/><br/>Larazus turned and walked closer to Sarya, basically his aunt but so far Larazus had treated her as head of the house than actual relative. Larazus bowed to Sarya and said; "What you wanted to talk about whit me mistress Sarya?"