Harry understood what Murphy meant and answered the only way he knew how, which would probably sound as though he was speaking in riddles. "You fight," pointing out the absolute obvious, he ploughed on, "so what is a dagger but a shield when it's used to block a blow? And a shield has, throughout history, proven to be one of the most brutally offensive weapons, in the right hands," he answered. "So the only real limit to an item's nature is what you can think of to use it for," he said frowning in concentration. "Say you were faced with a tidal wave, theoretically a fireball could evaporate enough water to give you room for manoeuvre, so you could say, under the right circumstances, fire is an effective shield. When I create items, I try and cover as many of those bases as I can think of," Harry said with a smile. He didn't need to add that he found it fun and intriguing, because why else would he spend so much time studying it? He was a nerd.
"Definitely wouldn't want to be in that position," he agreed with Murph, "although if any of the big-guys are involved it'll probably be a well-placed lightening bolt and a quick redeployment of labour before anyone realises it's happened," Harry said attempting to bring some levity into the subject. Yeah, he hadn't exactly approved of Marcone's new position either. "He's neutral, in the purest D&D terms," Harry said in explanation. "He won't destroy the city because it works for him, and for those reasons he'll protect it too," though it didn't mean any individuals within were particularly safe, and that bothered him. Harry would never try to tell Karrin what to do. Ever. "Stay careful, cause I might miss you," he told her with a sly smile, "which is purely selfish, I know."