The Catastrophic Engineer of Infinite Agonies spent the month in his labs and forges for the most part. He'd offer his acerbic commentary to the planning but never really seemed to be<em>against</em>any plan that formed. He happily offered or suggested technology that might help with the agenda but was clearly discomfited at anything that required him to mingle with people on a long-term basis.<br/><br/>As Deheleshen approached in the viewscreens he would emerge from the forges with a grin on his face. As opposed to his usual stained blacksmith's apron, rough trousers, and sturdy boots, now Engineer was clad in a buff jacket of reinforced soulsteel. A short powerbow and a quiver of arrows was slung on his back and his skull helm was scrubbed free of soot. Around his shoulder was slung a bag. He'd find his way to Ice and hand him his mask. "As promised, your mask."<br/><br/>The mask was made of soulsteel polished to a mirror sheen instead of ivory. Instead of being a plain affair, this mask had been painstakingly forged into the image of Ice's own features for maximum ease of getting the thing on and off. A thin, unobtrusive strap allowed the mask to be held to his face without the need to concentrate on it.<br/><br/>He'd find Joy later and hand over the new shield. The Thunderbolt shield was an oval of layered soulsteel with a strap, beaten and folded to be as light as possible while still providing solid protection. Engineer had crafted the image of a skeletal fist wielding an upright blade against the setting sun on it's face. "Much better than that flimsy thing you were using before. But your old toy made good firewood for the forges, I'll give it that."<br/><br/>He sought out Mask after that and held up her new khatar. "Now<em>this</em>is a weapon! Far better than that little needle you once had!" He chortled. The new khatar was shaped like Mask's own face in miniature, large enough to cover her entire hand and with a strap to hold it on. The whole thing was forged of soulsteel, delicately carved and honed to resemble the Mask's face in every detail. The khatar's blade came from braided strands of soulsteel "hair", twisted and hammered together to form a sharp and serrated cutting edge. "Strands" fell to the sides as well, twisted into sharp extrusions to protect both sides of the hand from cutting attacks. "I'll take your thanks now." He beamed with pride in his work.