"Here you go, everyone," Eisen smiled, handing out all the items; the weapons, the armor, and everything else that the old man had just fixed up with his new mending polish.
"That was quick," Brody pointed out, raising a brow curiously. He was sitting on a chair in front of one of the ruined building's doors. They had set up their camp in something like a small farm's courtyard. Eisen couldn't help himself but grin a little at his friend's comment.
"Yes, I made something new. It should speed things up a bit. If anything gets damaged in the middle of a floor, I can fix it up really quickly now," Eisen held forward the small wooden tub filled with the pale yellow substance, "It's metal polish infused with the 'Mending' spell."
