"I have--" he shifted his cup to his other hand and reached to his belt to free the little sketchbook he had tied there, "--a project, that I'm working on."

He had a small quill as a placekeeper, and he worked his fingers in beside it to open the book to the correct page.

"I have the materials, but I still have yet to form the model and cast it."

He offered the book to Sam, sketches of the locket stretched across two pages - several smaller pictures from various angles with notes scratched beside them, and one large drawing to show the detail.