Lazarus

Lazarus merely nodded as he worked. Giles stood nearby, impassive as always, handing him tools. In point of fact, Giles had been the one to to the mundane shaping - the man was a genius when it came to craftsmanship, his supreme competence as evident there as in all his other endeavors. Lazarus simply let Tom talk, interjecting a small question or noise of agreement here and there to make it clear he was listening, but not bothering to contribute much to the conversation, focused as his attention was.