He put the steel tube into the hole on one side of the device, which slowly drew the tube through, before it popped open a small hatch on the other side, and let the metal tube, now real cold iron, plop out onto the table. He grabbed it before it could start rolling, and confirmed with a quick touch that it was exactly what the DOMINION illusionist pixie had called cold iron, while screaming in terror and fleeing the workshop.<br/><br/>He finished his perusal, and then grinned at her. "Would you like the hammer-space pouch to hold the cold iron? I am sure I can add that to the deal for transportation purposes, I always ensure the customer is satisfied. Unless they are the Russian mob."