He nodded as Libbs explained her world's ways, impressed at how well they had worked together in that distant land. His own had been far less cooperative; nations had to deal with their own problems, by and large, though occasionally enterprising individuals or groups would help with things that threatened them all. The Worldwound, for instance. "Remember that this region was enclosed in a barrier for those three hundred years," he said gently. "No one from elsewhere could come help, and it's probable that many people died when the buildings collapsed. I don't know how many started out in that bubble, but nowadays there are maybe two thousand or so, scattered across the landscape. Getting enough people together to help more than your family and immediate neighbors amidst all that was... well." His expression tightened a little and he shook his hed. "I saw what things were like when I arrived. I don't blame them for focusing on just surviving as best they could." Because in the end, no matter how important the building had become for him, personally... it was still just a building.
Talk of Deimos was welcome, and Sascha even more. He grinned at the mention of sun tea as Isuma stalked a dust bunny across the floor. "I haven't had sun tea since I came to Caido," he mused wistfully. "No, even before that, it had been years. I should try and bake some sun loaves to trade you for some tea," he added with a wink.
The nickname earned a faint wince, though he tried to shrug it off. "In two days, just after sunset. Remi is a... a friend, who was recently... lost." Though the way he said it didn't quite seem to mean dead. "I might be able to make a large slate..." he mused thoughtfully. "I haven't tried. But perhaps I should. Thank you for the offer - and the suggestion!" He grinned, thinking that illusion magic would be perfect for this, but he didn't know anyone who had any strong enough that he could ask. Well. Oia might... he'd seen something going on with the fiery luxere, but he didn't know where to find her so that he could make his request. "Oh? Who belongs to the Artisan's these days - besides you, Deimos, and Sascha, of course," he amended with a lopsided grin for what she'd already told him.
He was glad for the help, and Libbs seemed to have a strong sense of space and an idea for how to set things up, so he was happy to do the heavy lifting and leave the final positioning to her. The only downside was that he started to have to go farther afield for more chairs, which made conversation a little more difficult. Soon, though, he'd need her help to carry some tables over to act as desks for two or three chairs side-by-side.
Talk of Deimos was welcome, and Sascha even more. He grinned at the mention of sun tea as Isuma stalked a dust bunny across the floor. "I haven't had sun tea since I came to Caido," he mused wistfully. "No, even before that, it had been years. I should try and bake some sun loaves to trade you for some tea," he added with a wink.
The nickname earned a faint wince, though he tried to shrug it off. "In two days, just after sunset. Remi is a... a friend, who was recently... lost." Though the way he said it didn't quite seem to mean dead. "I might be able to make a large slate..." he mused thoughtfully. "I haven't tried. But perhaps I should. Thank you for the offer - and the suggestion!" He grinned, thinking that illusion magic would be perfect for this, but he didn't know anyone who had any strong enough that he could ask. Well. Oia might... he'd seen something going on with the fiery luxere, but he didn't know where to find her so that he could make his request. "Oh? Who belongs to the Artisan's these days - besides you, Deimos, and Sascha, of course," he amended with a lopsided grin for what she'd already told him.
He was glad for the help, and Libbs seemed to have a strong sense of space and an idea for how to set things up, so he was happy to do the heavy lifting and leave the final positioning to her. The only downside was that he started to have to go farther afield for more chairs, which made conversation a little more difficult. Soon, though, he'd need her help to carry some tables over to act as desks for two or three chairs side-by-side.
