Being a King is hard work.

Ares was just about to go and meet with the crafters when he noticed that a few had come to him. "Oh, hello there." He said as they bowed their heads and greeted him. "Did you need anything from me?"

"It isn't anything like that, Ares-kin. We just wanted to double check your designs."

"My designs?" Ares asked and then he looked back to the ground where he had carved the designs. "Oh… right…" He chuckled. "Well, one second." He said as he led them to the designs and then he raised a hand. He then sliced a bunch of rock into fairly thin slices, perhaps a few millimetres thick, and then he engraved the same designs onto them before handing them out. "Don't drop them… I should probably carve these into wood actually… It should be fine." He shrugged and then followed the smith.

"Hello hello." Ares called out to the armourers. "How do you do?" He asked as he approached the oxman and wolfwoman. "I've come to chat about armour and shields."