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[baconstripping]

[It's a bit of a chilly night in Camp. Luckily, a homey fireplace seems to have sprung up in the Mess Hall, along with hot cider and the faint sound of jazz music.

In a far corner, a man is carving a flute. How are you spending your fall evening?]

(( mingle!! ))

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[magicalgenis]

Hey, Thor!

[say_thee_nay]

Genis! Well met, valiant comrade.

[magicalgenis]

You too. Something up with your armor?

[say_thee_nay]

The wear of time and hard use, my friend--nothing more. Matters have seemed peaceful enough within the encampment that I thought it a fine opportunity to see to mine armor's repair.

[magicalgenis]

Oh yeah, that's always a good idea. Do you always repair it yourself?

[say_thee_nay]

Aye, near enough--save only the more grievous damage best left to the care of the royal armorers. I am no stranger to metalcrafting, but I possess no master's skill.

[magicalgenis]

Hopefully you don't get any major damage done to it, then.

[say_thee_nay]

One ne'er knows... We have yet to be beset by giants, despite all my years here.

[magicalgenis]

Does the giant dinosaur count?

[say_thee_nay]

... I suppose it might, at that.

But nay, I meant rather that a blow from a giant's club will merely dent this armor, and that consequently far more is required to severely damage it.

[magicalgenis]

Ooh, gotcha. And there aren't really any blacksmiths here, right? Except Lloyd.

[say_thee_nay]

Aye, none save Lloyd... And I would sooner tend to mine own gear than entrust it to him.

[magicalgenis]

Lloyd's actually pretty good with his hands; his dad was a good teacher. But since your armor's all special, I guess it might not be a good idea.

[say_thee_nay]

It hath sentimental value, at any rate... Though, true enough, Asgardian steel is not like other alloys.

[magicalgenis]

So I guess we just have to hope for no super giant fights, or for a blacksmith from your world to come here.

[say_thee_nay]

Nay, I should not wish for that fate to befall any from Asgard.

... although, speaking of which... Hast thou perchance encountered a lad, seemingly of thine age, who calls himself Loki?