OOC: Aw, they pulled the Dad tactic of 'Well discuss this later in hopes that your ADHD will kick in before then.' Weeeeak!

IC: Len also mounts, feeling equally cowed and embarassed by Titus' scathing lecture. That must be something they teach at paladin...school. Or maybe he just has kids that argue a lot, who knows?

She sways and rocks in the saddle as the horse trots along before getting an idea; she hauls open the carrying bag and produces some of the parts for her newest work in progress, the flail Bui-kodo (shut up, it sounded kewl.)

The new chain gives off an oily, dark shine as it snakes its way under a bundled lump of cloth, where the head of the weapon is. She isn't entirely sure whether she quenched it at a high enough temperature after that night of forging, but she doubts that such a solid hunk of steel is going to develop the same stresses that a long thin blade would during concussion. More important to her at the moment is getting the chain firmly seated inside the wooden handle.

She takes the two semi-cylindrical halves of the handle and seats them around the metal pommel that ends the chain, gradually scraping away more and more wood with a fluted carving knife until she has a full cavity for the chain to run through. The back of the walking horse is the worst possible place to do this, by the way, and she cuts her hand pretty good (1 DMG "Ow! Frrgn brgqn smfgahan-fragglm!!"). Don't try it at home.

Moving on, she lays the chain in one half and pries open a vial of treesap mixed with shreds of animal sinew, a fairly respectable composite adhesive that too many craftsmen disdain for its aura of improvisation. She upturns the vial and irrevocably commits to the handle as is, painting the glue between the chain links and wood alike, before placing the other half and clamping it tightly. She smiles when the sap oozes through the gap where the two halves of the handle mate; that means she has a good seal.

Humming absently, she fumbles with the leather binding with one hand while keeping a strong grip on the drying handle with the other, and begins to braid around and around.