[ Unfortunately, the reaction is one that's common enough whenever he try to explain his artificing, that Gorgug talks through it hoping this is a better explanation than all those times before. He tried. He failed. He's not going into it further unless he's asked. He's bad at explaining anything even if he's meant to be smart now.

But speaking of explaining. ]

I have goggles. [ Gorgug doesn't have goggles on him, signalled by the fact he mimics holding a pair above his head before pulling them down over his eyes. ] They can, um, help tell me the properties--give me the weight and let me, well. [ Oh, god. ] Usually I have a lab, and then I can take the data and read it on a device and then I can try to replicate the item I want if I have it, without just looking at the item, since-- a lot of what I do is about putting in the right amount of magic, or making items without instructions. Learning the blueprint for yourself.

[ Some of it. What he learns is a lot, three years of school being crammed into one, and covering every angle of artificing that will get him the grades he needs. He hates it. He loves it (deep down). He craves the knowledge and the need to get over the hurdle put before him, though none of that is applicable here, in Etraya. What counts now is him doing something, showing that he can. Proving he hadn't made a mistake, that a barbarian like him who always lacked self-confidence could create more than destruction. ]

If I make scans, I'll have that data, and I won't need your bow or your good arrows.

[ But this is the main reason he wants to take scans. ]