[It's a much more rustic charm than anything he's ever really seen before - it's something he'd almost think was made by a witch back home, bits and pieces held together by power. He can smell it on the thing, almost briney, but he's not familiar with the markings. He didn't pay all too much attention to the magic of the port.
He takes it, of course, looking it over with head-tilting curiosity.]
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He takes it, of course, looking it over with head-tilting curiosity.]
Did you make this?