He merely smiled and nodded his head. "You owe me nothing Netty. Just so long as you can an eye out for any scrap and such, I can continue doing what I do." he said, telling her what it was that she could do to pay him back before she left, leaving him alone to his own devices once more for the time being. He returned to work on the almost finished piece of metal. Shaping it was one thing, but he would also need to sharpen its length and also wrap the handle with leather. He figured he had some time before he would need to remove the thing from his forge and so turned towards his work table where one of his finished products lay waiting to be delivered. "Let's see about getting you to Detta so she may give you to whoever needs ya." he said as he approached the table and took the weapon up in one hand before leaving his little home with a jacket that he snatched on the way out.<br/><br/>Stepping out into the weather, he pulled his jacket a little tighter around himself as he headed to the infirmary, figuring that he would find Detta there since someone was infected. She was always the one who dealt with those who turned, and in a way he himself was involved with every execution as it was his forged weapons that were used to dispatch them. A sigh escaped his lips as he thought on just how many were killed by the infectious bite of the Reavers. He didn't know the exact numbers, but he had to guess that at least a third of the graves were made up of reaver victims.<br/><br/>Hurrying towards his destination, Pontius soon reached the Infirmary and sought out Detta without much trouble, approaching her and presenting to her the finished product. "Another blade is prepared for whoever its intended is." he said, noting the look on her face and shaking his head. "What troubles you?" he asked, already knowing the answer but just seeing how it was she saw things.