[Thrall straightens. He's smiling broadly now, lighting up his eyes and making him almost seem his age. He strides forward and clasps Waver's hand in his own, a brief and happy gesture.]

So it is. And now I will have to think of what to do with it. I cannot hope to make another Barrel, as I am lacking in certain... domestic areas. But I will make it into something beneficial, someplace safe.