Nodding his understanding, for one swift moment, all Altaïr could see was Malik and his demand that his sword arm was still as strong as it had ever been, while the opposite arm of his robe had been pinned to the shoulder so as not to hang loose.

His fault.

But thinking of that now would do nothing.

"Forging," he echoed. "I've no experience in a smithy, but I do know some formulae and schematics that you may find useful, depending on the resources you have at hand."