Felspring drifted over to reclaim her place by Felwinter almost defensively, but she refrained from saying anything. Both she and the warlord knew Tony made a good point, and civility was something she knew her Risen was still working on.

Felwinter said nothing although he gradually lifted his gaze from the fringes of the glittery mess that Tony had tracked over to the workbench's area, meeting Tony's eye with just the slightest furrow of his metal brow. He nodded. That was fair enough. Why should a man provide ammunition if he was afraid it were to be used against him?

"Very well," he confirmed before prompting, "And payment for the repair?" He gestured with his free hand towards the entrance to the forge. "My initial offer still stands for your proposed consultation fee."