[font=Georgia]“Well alright then lets take a look at it then.” He rolled from a half propped prone over toward her. He frowned a second, staring at her trying to remember which leg spoke true and which only lied. After a short moment the breeze playing against the pant fabric revealed the imposter and he smiled slightly and looked up at Esme slightly aghast at the impertinence of the question implicit between them. He made a gesture downward toward her leg as to say Ma'am can I hike up your pant leg and clumsily grope your leg? I mean similar, better worded requests have gone along those lines since time eternal but usually the context was different. This was, for lack of a better term, a professional groping between two consenting adults, one of which could not derive any enjoyment other than perhaps that which is derived from watching someone deeply uncomfortable and another who was a poor doctor and worse engineer. Still needs must. [/font]
[font=Georgia]“Ma'am if I may be so bold, Can you perhaps lift your pant leg for a moment?” After a short moment he stared at the leg as if he expected anything but lyrium scrawled on utilitarian steel. Stability could be fixed with a better boot for riding but the real thing was using the saddle horn to cock a crossbow would also destabilize you, shifting you forward, driving something into your stomach and threatening to unseat you if done to hastily. He muttered under his breath, drawing himself out into the ground, probing deeper until he found what he needed resting in the rocks below. Gentle coaxing was enough to draw forth a single tempered iron pin from the soil and into his hand. He placed it on the side of his knife and breathed heavily through his teeth, each breath causing the pin to turn red hot and draw out in length. He took his wineskin and quenched the metal before picking it back into his hand and rolling it. It proved round enough for him. He turned back to Esme and spoke “Alright, that was the easy part. Try and be still a moment.”[/font]
[font=Georgia]He ran his finger along the metal calve, just below the knee. Slowly, gently the metal peeled away in a thin uniform strip eventually ending at right angle away from leg. He ran his thumb and forefinger along the cold steel slowly until he reached the point he wanted watched it curve down toward the foot, finally settling in a sharp L. Slowly the metal bulged at the turn, forming two capped hoops that Caro fed the pin into. He pushed the strip at the hinge back into the body of the leg a few times, making sure that it didn't squeak or grind. When it was to his satisfaction he spoke up, still staring at the hair thin outline of his addition, “So what do you want the activation word to be? I'd make sure you can remember it when stressed.”[/font]
[font=Georgia]“Ma'am if I may be so bold, Can you perhaps lift your pant leg for a moment?” After a short moment he stared at the leg as if he expected anything but lyrium scrawled on utilitarian steel. Stability could be fixed with a better boot for riding but the real thing was using the saddle horn to cock a crossbow would also destabilize you, shifting you forward, driving something into your stomach and threatening to unseat you if done to hastily. He muttered under his breath, drawing himself out into the ground, probing deeper until he found what he needed resting in the rocks below. Gentle coaxing was enough to draw forth a single tempered iron pin from the soil and into his hand. He placed it on the side of his knife and breathed heavily through his teeth, each breath causing the pin to turn red hot and draw out in length. He took his wineskin and quenched the metal before picking it back into his hand and rolling it. It proved round enough for him. He turned back to Esme and spoke “Alright, that was the easy part. Try and be still a moment.”[/font]
[font=Georgia]He ran his finger along the metal calve, just below the knee. Slowly, gently the metal peeled away in a thin uniform strip eventually ending at right angle away from leg. He ran his thumb and forefinger along the cold steel slowly until he reached the point he wanted watched it curve down toward the foot, finally settling in a sharp L. Slowly the metal bulged at the turn, forming two capped hoops that Caro fed the pin into. He pushed the strip at the hinge back into the body of the leg a few times, making sure that it didn't squeak or grind. When it was to his satisfaction he spoke up, still staring at the hair thin outline of his addition, “So what do you want the activation word to be? I'd make sure you can remember it when stressed.”[/font]
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