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Haaku strolls toward the Hanged Man, inspecting his old clawed gauntlet. Finding a craftsman in Daunton who could help him work on it had been tricky, but the result was fascinating. The guard was reinforced with iron, (in the Waste Lands of Allaria, he had had no access to forge or smithy when he crafted his weapons) and this dark metal bore a deadly enchantment. It felt like warm velvet. The claw itself was already enchanted, of course- a side effect, created by natural psionic magic. Haaku poured his soul into it when he crafted it in the desert, simple as that. The craftsman had found a way to refine that raw, natural enchantment, to refine it. It felt had always felt sharp and hard as obsidian, but the feeling had been incredibly faint. Now the sensation was palpable, and it was cold.
Lost in these thoughts, Haaku almost knocks Proudman down when he enters the tavern behind the man.
Lost in these thoughts, Haaku almost knocks Proudman down when he enters the tavern behind the man.