The old man shrugged. It wasn't as if the boy was going to be able to break anything. Worst case scenario some of the coals and wood would be wasted. Best case? He wouldn't have to stoke it himself, and for that his back would be mighty grateful. "If with ya then laddie and we'll see what ye can do." He grunted, waving an arthritic hand towards Caiside, indicating in no uncertain terms that he could figure out the forge himself.
Listening to the story with a stony expression, eventually the old man's lips were parted to reveal a toothy and unbalanced row of teeth that widened into a smile. It was when Jigano mentioned that the stone creature that he began to cackle a dusty croak of amusement, waggling his finger up at the bard. "Yarrr I thought so." He continued, the laugh breaking off into chunks of coughs with a wheeze every now and then, but he didn't seem deterred. "The R'iVe family owned it not but 10 years ago now. Greedy buggers tha lot of 'em. Started up an artisans guild an then wouldn't let the likes of us common folks in. HAH." The old man took of his glasses and jammed them carelessly into a pocket. "He'd be rollin' in his grave if'n he had one. Good fer you."
Grunting and grumbling through what sounded like the beginnings of pneumonia or something similar, the old man watched as Jigano presented what he'd come here with. The look of greed and appreciation on the old man's face was obvious, and from a pocket he produced a pitch-fork. Clanging it against the platinum it gave a warm tone which made his grin spread even wider. "What is it yer wantin' to have made this time?" He croaked, unable to peel his eyes away from the lump of resources before him.
Listening to the story with a stony expression, eventually the old man's lips were parted to reveal a toothy and unbalanced row of teeth that widened into a smile. It was when Jigano mentioned that the stone creature that he began to cackle a dusty croak of amusement, waggling his finger up at the bard. "Yarrr I thought so." He continued, the laugh breaking off into chunks of coughs with a wheeze every now and then, but he didn't seem deterred. "The R'iVe family owned it not but 10 years ago now. Greedy buggers tha lot of 'em. Started up an artisans guild an then wouldn't let the likes of us common folks in. HAH." The old man took of his glasses and jammed them carelessly into a pocket. "He'd be rollin' in his grave if'n he had one. Good fer you."
Grunting and grumbling through what sounded like the beginnings of pneumonia or something similar, the old man watched as Jigano presented what he'd come here with. The look of greed and appreciation on the old man's face was obvious, and from a pocket he produced a pitch-fork. Clanging it against the platinum it gave a warm tone which made his grin spread even wider. "What is it yer wantin' to have made this time?" He croaked, unable to peel his eyes away from the lump of resources before him.
