Vincent smiles at the compliment, then nods, slipping the rings onto each index finger beneath his gloves. He'll place the enchantments on them en route.
He reaches for Kristoff's gauntlets, laying his hands on them gingerly, eyes shutting. He runs his fingertips across them. They're familiar to him, but he's focusing on the minutia. Runes flicker over their surface as his lips move quietly, invoking power to tie the gauntlets to their maker.
"Weapons and shield, built by mind, by hand, and by fire.. your creator will call 'pon thee to fly to his aid... By this call, you will know his need." He nods to Kristoff, bidding him to speak the command phrase of his choice.
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