Solork returns to the Grotto, a knot of something heavy in his gut.

"Hey there." The Gank runs a hand over the tree bark, and then at his discarded staff-hilt. He picks up and gathers the fallen branches.

"If it is your time... I'll do what I can to make sure you are remembered"

The Gank sets to work, unscrewing sections and checking the threads. "See that's what you get on a rush job. I'm going to need to take my time to get it right"

(OOC: Allocating time to crafting)