Lucian smiled as he unwrapped his gift. Underneath the brown paper was a beautiful set of chain mail. He looked at Rpktos, then at the armor, then back to Roktos.
"Did you make this?" He asked, utterly in awe at the craftsmanship. Picking it up in his talons, he heard Rorik encouraging him to try it on, but, before he did, he felt a very painful, almost burning sensation in his hands, there was even a little bit of smoke coming off of his hands!
The chain mail dropped to the floor like a rock as the young gryphon clutched his talons, letting out a screech so loud it could be heard from across town! He had touched Daemonite before, but only when it was impure, trapped within the rock. As he gripped his hands, which only seemed to make the pain worse, Rorik opened the door, partly to let the young gryphon outside to the well, the other reason being to air out the smell of burnt feathers and flesh.
"It's not your fault, Roktos." He said, reassuringly. Looking out the window, the master blacksmith saw his wife trying to ease the pain his apprentice felt. What caused this?