Andre looked like a man trying very hard to pretend he didn't care.
"Bah… it'll do for now. Make use of it till I forge somethin' better." Andre said as he sat down and began smoking from a pipe.
The pipe was probably more for his nerves than for pleasure. Smoke curled up and stained the dim air, mixing with soot and oil and that lingering metallic tang.
The dwarf leaned back on his bed like it was a throne, stump leg stretched out, eyes half-lidded but still sharp enough to cut Kael if he said something stupid again.
Kael held up the gauntlets up, they were far more pristine-looking and far sturdier. With sharp claws and a heavier-looking fist.
He flexed his fingers, feeling the articulated joints respond cleanly. No stiffness. No delayed movement. The claws didn't catch on his own sleeve. The fist closed like it wanted to close, like it had been waiting for a reason.
