The forge itself was already going. It seemed that Leona wasted no time in creating her weapon and Eero had to pick up the pace himself. The boy set down the items on of the metal tables and looked around for a container long enough for the staff. It had to be fairly long, seeing as the staff would be longer than Eero was tall. He found a couple of vertical tubs, but those were for quenching metal during the smithing process, so he would rather avoid using those. They weren't tall enough, anyway. After a bit of rummaging through some metal components, Eero came across a rather long-looking, narrow metal container without a lid. "This'll do." He would mumble to himself and carry it back to the table he had his items set up at. The heat from the forge was steadily raising te temperature, making Eero take off his dirty jacket. Not that his t-shirt was any better, really. The boy would run a hand across his forehead and yawn. He decided that he would leave his guildmate to her own weapon creation, unless she called out for his help.
Near the table Eero had chosen, there was a bunch of tools on the wall. Among them, he spotted a knife, that looked suitable for the task he had in mind. The boy would reach for the knife, taking it off the wall. He briefly inspected it and set it down on the table. The table was a mess, but Eero couldn't be bothered to make it more organised. The boy would swiftly take out the vine out of his bag and cut it into smaller pieces. /"No mistakes allowed."/ He thought as he placed the pieces into the mortar. The vine didn't have any odor to it. Not until Eero started mashing it down with the pestle. Then it smelled pretty bad. The smell was subtle, but extremely uncomfortable and disgusting. Eero tried to hold his breath during the process, though ultimately he just had to endure it. When the boy thought that the vine was mashed enough, he opened the bottle-jug container that was filled with the distilled water. He would then put the mashed vine into it, give it a little stir with the pestle and close it back up. Eero figured that the water would be infused with the vine more or better if he let it sit for a bit, while he took care of the staff itself. The boy would then take the knife into his right hand and sit down on the floor. It was about time he started carving the branch into some staff-like shape. With a little sigh he grabbed the branch and started shaving off the outer bark, slowly revealing the dark wood that was below it.