Ianto
"Definitely one way of putting it," Ianto says, huffing out a laugh at Oliver's description of the Hollowed Grounds. Hitching another chest into his arms, he turns to carry it out and tuck it on board the wagon. Between them, it won't take too long at all to pack up from the manor. Then onto the blacksmith's and they should be ready to head into the woods. "The Fae are a curious lot, and they're not much different to any others I've met when it comes to art and other goods. People always have different tastes."
That's not to say that they won't enjoy what Oliver makes - but art is always subjective. Hopping back down from the steps, Ianto brushes off his hands and moves back into the manor for the last chest. "I couldn't really say," he tells the other man - the Fae have a colourful history with the Grounds since the barrier dropped, after all. "But where I'm taking you, the Sea of Branches - it's got an emissary there. You ought to be able to meet with someone and find out."
That's not to say that they won't enjoy what Oliver makes - but art is always subjective. Hopping back down from the steps, Ianto brushes off his hands and moves back into the manor for the last chest. "I couldn't really say," he tells the other man - the Fae have a colourful history with the Grounds since the barrier dropped, after all. "But where I'm taking you, the Sea of Branches - it's got an emissary there. You ought to be able to meet with someone and find out."
