Grey stood over a table with his palms pressed down onto it, his eyes darting back and forth as though he was trying to make himself dizzy.
After some begging, Elowen managed to sneak her way into the crafting room and she stood at a corner right now with her eyes wide with awe, trying to figure out what Grey was doing.
Grey had exchanged for twelve blueprints. They seemed divided into two halves, about six each. One set seemed somewhat suited to the Star Swallower that he had taken, though not quite. And the other was completely unrelated and seemed to have some troubling aspects to them.
Grey wasn't thinking as hard as Elowen thought he was, though.
'Umbral Gauntlet? Nightlock Pauldron? These names are fucking lame.'
The other problem with all these blueprints was that they were all designed to be used with knights in mind. They wouldn't go with his fit at all.
'Ridiculous.'
