Frostbound

Austin

Frostheim

Austin marveled at the work of art resting in his hands. The leather-wrapped shaft provided a comfortable weight that he had sorely missed in recent times.

He hadn't expected the devastation that came with breaking his weapon. He'd never been one for over-the-top sentiment, but it was a blow to have the weapon he had been using for years break on him.

It had followed him for thousands of miles and now it was just gone.

"You even got the shape right." Austin admired, "Even the weight feels the same even though I have more Strength now."

Vincent, ever the quiet one, looked pleased with the praise, "That's because it's heavier, as I told you it would be. The ratio of weight to Strength should be the same as before though. Getting the Solitite Bronze that dense was a challenge, but I think it turned out well."

One of the first things the Smith had asked before remaking Austin's spear was what his stats were. Austin had initially been guarded, as he'd spent months on the road and seen how secretive people were with such information, but he revealed them all the same.

They were family.

"I'd say," Austin said.

He wasn't a Smith himself, nor a Merchant specializing in appraising, but his Profession did give something to help identify things. An Explorer had to know what he was looking at, after all.

And the spear was a marvel.