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[color=ed1c24][b]"Munitam, huh..."[/b][/color]

Considering that he was going to probably brutalize a bunch of bandits after eating, the calm and peaceful atmosphere of the house unnerved Hephaestus. Still, he took what he could from the mood and decided to enjoy the taste of bloodless air.

Raising a hand near his chest, he generated a few shards of metal and let them float about for several seconds. Indeed, he had the ability to manipulate metal, though he had no idea on whether he would be able to expand upon his gift. He could feel it- he could create much more metal, but creating shards in the middle of a peaceful house was not a good idea. Hephaestus decided to save the testing of his abilities to their full extent once he got outside again.

It would be problematic if his weight destroyed one of the chairs, so he decided to try making his own. Composing shards of metal, he directed his hand to one side of the table and slowly formed his very own chair. It took a bit to get used to constructing one quickly, but he quickly got the hand of it and ended up making a chair that looked more like a throne. So much for not showing off.

As the metal mage sat at his newly made chair(?), Hephaestus chuckled. [color=ed1c24][b]"Anything is fine,"[/b][/color] he clarified for the farmer. A taste of chicken did sound somewhat pleasing...