'I can't take this anymore!'
Akiol flinched from the sudden loud sound in his head, "What's wrong?"
'I am still absorbed! Even after you becoming my wielder, you still absorb me!'
"It's more convenient this way."
'We had a deal!'
Akiol sighed, "Fine, we will find a blacksmith just for you."
'I want it to be on your back. If I am sheathed on your hip I will riot.'
Akiol frowned, "Back isn't as effective as waist. You need a specialized sheath for it to be even worthwhile."
'I will not be on your waist!'
Akiol pinched the bridge of his nose, "Fine. . . just stop complaining alright?"
'I will stop once I am no longer absorbed.'
Akiol walked into the blacksmith sometime later. A burly man called out in a friendly voice, "Welcome! Need armor, weapons? We have them."
Akiol walked over to the counter, "I need a specialized order."
"Oh? Alright, but that will take some time. What materials are we talking, and what do you want?"
"A scabbard, made of this material."
