Merlin followed suit and sat on a chair opposite her. Whether or not the chair was there before he sat on it really has nothing to do with anything. His grin was a lopsided thing of curiosity and whimsy.

"As to that, well, I would advise a staff would be better, but whatever you wish, milady."

He grinned, eyes gleaming. "I can forge a sword for you, an ye wish it. And make it so it will snicker-snack wherefor and whence you want it to go."

He was, now and again, working at the smithy, using his muscles which hardly anyone ever saw, to make things of use and to slowly forge the pieces he would need to build the tinier pieces he would need to build the even tinier pieces he would need to build his owl.