He’s shifting through a crate, looking for something. He looks around his wooden crafts-table, frantically. His face contorts into a puzzled expression, looking over at the other wooden crates. He walks over to them and shifts through a few of the items within. Seemingly scanning over them. “I swear to Hephaestus, it should be in one of these.” He mutters, his voice laced with worry.
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16/10/2024