The God of the Mountain
Eisen leaned back as he continued watching all of these children play with their new toys. He was still holding onto that single wooden figure that he had kept to himself for now, as long as they had enough left. If they ran out of the toys otherwise and there was a kid that still wanted one, then he would obviously give it to them, but for now, he was just enjoying the sensation of one of his old memories.
"Eisen?" Rouge walked up to the old man, who raised his brow and turned toward his apprentice, "Yeah?"
"Ah, just, we copied down the pattern that we used for those golem cores, and cleaned up the rest of the work surfaces for now. Is there anything else that we should do?" he asked curiously, and Eisen just smiled and shook his head.