It was an incredibly rough-looking staff. Still a great deal of work to be done but it had the shape. Though Dorian's reaction, it took Bramen a moment to properly process it all. At first, his brow creased a little more, worried that the man didn't approve - but those thoughts vanished after a moment, letting that smile returned.

"It's strong. Dagna promised me that much and Harritt said he'll make up the rest of it as soon as he can, give it a little more weight," he wet his lips a little more, holding it out more towards Dorian, offering to let the man hold it for himself. He continued to speak of the staff itself, of the plans for it, carefully watching Dorian's face, looking for his reaction.

"We're thinking of using a Nevarran skull to decorate it, sitting on top of it all. Make it something more suited to a necromancer."