The days passed before he could realize, time spent working for the dark society, or better, making weapons for their associates. Kyrie hadn't any other to make comparisons to when he made his tools. It showed a lack of experience, skill, and knowledge in the craft.
For him they were serviceable, but it did not mean it was a constancy, or that they were at their peak of performance, or would last long but for others? It was impossible to know if the weapons made were serviceable, or if they were just scamming the supernatural residents of Snowsaint.
He made them anyway; it gave him money, and he spent it buying things he needed for the next voyage through the storm.
Zillia was overjoyed with her fights in the Arena. He wasn't fond of these events, and he spared his fair share of times against Zillia. He knew more than enough about her fighting style to realize she would be happy no matter the results.
