Entropy was lost. Like...really lost. The boy never got lost. But now he was. He'd been walking around aimlessly, observing the festival, people watching. The usual. And then somehow he'd ended up in the ass end of nowhere, no one and nothing even remotely landmark-ish to help him figure out how to get back to the damned teleporter and go home to a place that was not currently snowing and cold! This. This was why Entropy disliked going to festivals for 'enjoyment'. He was a thief and a pickpocke
Father Wuotan chuckled at the pair of requests, seeming to mirror one another. Such weapons were easy enough to craft, and wouldn't take more than a moment.
He whirled his hands through the air whimsically, beckoning the snow and frost into the area to come together and coalesce into two balls of pure light. These twins spheres then began to twist and morph into their own figures; one elongating and becoming thin, while the other remained small and compact. All at once, the light dispersed,