Erik spends a moment cracking his fingers, wrists and knuckles before setting down his heavy pack. Rotating his shoulders to loosen them he begins to unpack his tools and his oil and patiently begins polishing and oiling them all before putting them away. At the commotion of Jimmy's catch Erik looks over, raising an eyebrow.

"Impressive, Jimmy. Pass it here and I'll give it a once over."

Erik slips his hands into the gloves on his belt, gasping slightly as the magic takes hold and they shrink to fit snugly like a second skin. He beckons with a clawed finger "These are better than a whetstone, that axe'll do ye no good if it's dull."