[ He's receiving orders now? Seems like it. Tavros takes a moment to consider his answer, arms folded across his chest with a serious -yet totally fake- scowl on his face. ]

I will make a weapon!

[ He said it loud and clear, because- fuck this, he's no failure! He'll spend all his days and nights in this shitty workshop if he had to. ]

So, yeah, I guess watching you make arrows is the only 'lesson' I can get around here. So far, I learned how to use a hammer properly! See? I am, indeed, learning.