The image of a demonic monster gently tucking a pooped-out child into bed flashed into Souta's mind, prompting him to snicker quietly, but he managed to stay focused on the task at hand.  Orpheus, huh?  Partially from his line of work and partially from his own interests, he held a passing familiarity with names from mythology.  As best he could remember, 'Orpheus' was either a two-headed dog from the underworld, or some kind of early bard.  For certain, he knew that the story of Orpheus was a tragic one.  He liked the idea of a sophisticated, elegant weapon, like a naginata.

Then the thought struck him: how could he go about making a soil into a Devil Arm without the proper tools?  A smith, after all, was only as good as his equipment allowed him to be.  Given a soul right now, all he could do would be to stare at it and think.  Now that he considered it, Souta hadn't gone to see the Charred Citadel's forge yet.  While he wanted to think that the workshop of an authority allegedly greater than Heaven or Hell might be filled to the brim with every kind of material and device he could want, Souta dryly expected that it would be as ramshackle as the rest of the Citadel's furnishings.  After all, what did Watchers want with weapons or armor?  Considering the alternatives filled him with even more dread.  Even if he was allowed to, how would be go about contacting Regalia on Earth?  He seemed up a creek without a paddle.

[color=teal]”...Well, if you're in contact with your people or something, yeah, have them send the soul to Regalia.”[/color]  He didn't mention a cost, figuring that it would be both obvious and unhealthy for the proposal.  [color=teal]”I dunno how I might get in touch with Gilgamesh or anyone.  I can check the forge in this place, but I don't know how much it might have going for it.”[/color]

He started toward the area of the Citadel in question, only for a Watcher to abruptly phase through a wall and block his way.  Souta narrowed his eyes, trying to tell whether or not it had been the one from before.  Without waiting for him to make sure, the Watcher addressed both him and Mary, “Nipping off for some fun, huh?  Well, don't get too comfortable.  The stuff that Abyssal stuck inside your noggin's useful after all, human.  The Council's found the place: an inverted world called the Undersky.  The World Tree there is defunct, but as luck would have it, the Council's found a refugee who can get you there.  Oh, didn't you know?  Since you're such an expert, you're taking one for the team and heading to the Undersky along with Bloody Mary here, the demon bitch, yours truly, and the big, angry pupper.  In a few hours.  Have fun!”  Cackling, the Watcher disappeared again, presumably to tell Fenn and Lily about their next assignment.

Souta heaved a sigh.  There went any chance of rest and recuperation.  Of course, merely being in the presence of the lava-filled glass veins that infested the Citadel seemed to speed up healing and rejuvenation in general, but to him magical restoration would never be as good as old-fashioned sleep and medicine.  Still, a couple of hours left a little time to take a look at the forge and see if he couldn't get into workable order.  [color=teal]”Uh, well, that's that I guess.  I'm gonna find the forge.  Come along if you like.  I mean, another pair of hands would be great for any lifting or tinkering I've gotta do to get the place working, if there's even anything there.  But if you've got something else to do, don't worry about helping me.”[/color]  He did his best to seem indifferent.