Ianto
"Cursed, hm?" Ianto smiles over his shoulder - it's a Fae sort of smile, though whether he's learned it from the winged folk in the Greatwood or whether it comes with being a fox is anyone's guess. "I always thought that Safrin was one of the more fickle goddesses - I didn't even realise she cared to cure curses. What happened to you?" he inquires, making small talk more than anything and smiling at Oliver's descriptions of the various places in Caido.
"I found Torchline to be wet." he says simply, having arrived there during monsoon season. Pausing so he can lift a box of supplies into the wagon, Ianto turns to head back into the forge. "Well, if you treat the Greatwood right you should have anything to fear for the foreseeable future," he muses as he grabs some more tools for shifting. "A'right, I will do," he says of the rest of the items.
It doesn't take all that long, in truth, and soon enough Ianto is standing before the laden wagon and dusting off his hands. "Reckon that'll see you through until you get settled?"
"I found Torchline to be wet." he says simply, having arrived there during monsoon season. Pausing so he can lift a box of supplies into the wagon, Ianto turns to head back into the forge. "Well, if you treat the Greatwood right you should have anything to fear for the foreseeable future," he muses as he grabs some more tools for shifting. "A'right, I will do," he says of the rest of the items.
It doesn't take all that long, in truth, and soon enough Ianto is standing before the laden wagon and dusting off his hands. "Reckon that'll see you through until you get settled?"
