What would Popp know about clocks; time magic is pretty esoteric. He's also a lot better at caring for weapons than he likes anyone to pick up on - he spent a lot of his preteen years polishing up the store's stock, which was exciting at first and then extremely tedious. Caspar's gauntlets might need some work. But Popp doesn't want to be anything like his dad, he'd rather be more like Master Avan.

"No," he narrowly stops himself from saying 'non, non'. Hero worship or not, he does not have the moxie to pull that off, "you're not tying your boots, Caspar. Like this, see?"