[ The space is split in half, or near enough, with more than ample evidence of two very different minds at work. The part Percy heads towards is crowded in paper, all sketches and designs, and tangles of wire in metal in varying states of anything recognizable, with two large and very well secured barrels standing quietly near the wall.
He absently pats the bear's head as he passes, and gets a rumble in answer that has one side of his mouth quirking up slightly. Though the expression flattens again as he gets a better look at his guest. A quick, measuring look, and then he moves to pick up the metal that was set down. That gets a much longer stare. ]
Is this pure silver? It's not going to hold an edge terribly well, if you want a knife made from it. [ An alloy could be better, possibly, but he lifts an eyebrow at Geralt anyway, waiting for an answer. ]
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He absently pats the bear's head as he passes, and gets a rumble in answer that has one side of his mouth quirking up slightly. Though the expression flattens again as he gets a better look at his guest. A quick, measuring look, and then he moves to pick up the metal that was set down. That gets a much longer stare. ]
Is this pure silver? It's not going to hold an edge terribly well, if you want a knife made from it. [ An alloy could be better, possibly, but he lifts an eyebrow at Geralt anyway, waiting for an answer. ]