and it will be hard
Flushing slightly with the pleasant glow of being deemed cool by a younger kid, Ren's back straightened ever so slightly. Carlo was awarded the entirety of their attention as the boy began to explain the pros and cons of clamming, until what could have evolved into a truly interesting conversation was interrupted by the return of his mirror image. Ren adjusted the lute strapped across the shoulder while the brothers talked, looking openly between the two of them in search of distinguishing features that would make it possible to tell them apart.
"Hello Calan. Are you not twins, then?" Perhaps there were even more siblings? Or they were actually a year apart, and just looked the same - but privately Ren still subscribed to the idea of them being clones. Which one was the original, though? Intrigued enough to try and find out, the young musician nudged a pointy chin at the drippy basket and its smelly content. "Maybe I can help anyway? Da says haggling is part of every trade... Ah, only if you want though, I don't want to butt in." The first impression of the brothers was one of industry and competence, young as they were. Ren was sure they didn't actually need help at all, but if it allowed them to hang around a while longer...
"Hello Calan. Are you not twins, then?" Perhaps there were even more siblings? Or they were actually a year apart, and just looked the same - but privately Ren still subscribed to the idea of them being clones. Which one was the original, though? Intrigued enough to try and find out, the young musician nudged a pointy chin at the drippy basket and its smelly content. "Maybe I can help anyway? Da says haggling is part of every trade... Ah, only if you want though, I don't want to butt in." The first impression of the brothers was one of industry and competence, young as they were. Ren was sure they didn't actually need help at all, but if it allowed them to hang around a while longer...
but that's not all it will be
REN
