Focus was good, productive, and kept him from letting his mouth flap idly about things that didn't matter, or worse; about things that did. A proud craftsman never let a chance to brag about his wares slip him by, but a good one let them talk for themselves, as to not let slip any errant details better left a mystery. Specifically 'the magic in the mundane' as his father had liked to muse about, some sort of belief that common folk was better left in awe than in the know. A touch too protective of the craft for Are, so instead he was more than happy to spill the intricacies of his work to any listeners, patient or not.
"I've got enough of a word going I know when the possibility presents itself, farmer's usually thankful, usually. Raw hides don't cost me much either way, especially not when I do all the work myself." Are explained with a dismissive shrug the, to him, just another part of a day's work. "It's rare though, and to get one in a condition like this is my luck done for the year. Could've made a fortune of it back home." he mumbled to himself, reminiscing about a past a lifetime away, but all so fresh in memory.
Finally they arrived at the logical end-point of a transaction, even in a place without jangling currency it always came down to price. Are smiled, not wry, not mischievous nor with any ill-will in the mottled eyes, but a touch of genuine pride and joy. "Usually this would keep me fed for a month, even working as hard as I am. Although seeing as I owe you far more than a month of a full belly I'd just ask you to strike it of my tab. Consider it partial payment for services rendered if you will. Disagreement does not render debts moot."
"I've got enough of a word going I know when the possibility presents itself, farmer's usually thankful, usually. Raw hides don't cost me much either way, especially not when I do all the work myself." Are explained with a dismissive shrug the, to him, just another part of a day's work. "It's rare though, and to get one in a condition like this is my luck done for the year. Could've made a fortune of it back home." he mumbled to himself, reminiscing about a past a lifetime away, but all so fresh in memory.
Finally they arrived at the logical end-point of a transaction, even in a place without jangling currency it always came down to price. Are smiled, not wry, not mischievous nor with any ill-will in the mottled eyes, but a touch of genuine pride and joy. "Usually this would keep me fed for a month, even working as hard as I am. Although seeing as I owe you far more than a month of a full belly I'd just ask you to strike it of my tab. Consider it partial payment for services rendered if you will. Disagreement does not render debts moot."
