The two continue talking
she just steps outside calling her ship and turns into an AI inside of it her body going to sleep
"I wonder if any of the shipgirls can drink oil"
"they can but ships like laffey prefer oxy cola"
"makes sense"
"mhm" he taps his pencil against the table
"Need help with something, Mr.Waker?"
"i'm translating ancient documents from a long dead civilization"
"problem is i am not making much headway"
"Ahh..Im quite new to earth so I doubt I could help"
"your welcome to take a look if you want"
"Sure, who knows, I might be able to read it" she laughs softly
he hands over all the papers he had
She'd take a look "Looks like...no, Its not thani" She sighed "although, It has some words I can read like 700 degrees..kelvin, Im assuming thats how hot you need a forge for the blade to be created" she shrugged as this was probably wrong
"seems right but 700 kelvin that's insanely hot I'd burn to death trying to forge it hell just cooling it would be a nightmare"
"Perhaps someone else can?"
"S u p"
"yeah but the cooling process and shaping would be an issue"
"Ahh..any god of the forge here?"
" or an orc-"
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