"I suppose it is."
After searching for a fair while, Poppy finally finds the correct mold. She places it on a table with a specific spot made for molds in it. She then looks around, searching for the tongs that she uses to hold the large metal cup, that melts at a lot higher temperature than the metal in her chainmail. Finding it, she takes a few small pieces of metal and places them in it and then into the forge. She also takes something... unknown that she throws into the fire. A secret from her father to help the forge burn hot enough to melt the metal.
"Now... to wait."
She places the cup into the flames and pulls the tongs out, sitting down onto a chair, not caring about the coal dust covering it and looks at Shyvana.
"Anything you wish to talk about while we wait for the metal to heat?"