Are
The way she talked about him, mused about the nature of his being and the true order of things, it made his skin tingle. It could also be the latent energies humming in the air, but Are knew to trust his gut on this one. Yet he couldn't stop himself from reluctantly following along the thread she carefully wove. Carried away by the otherworldly soothsayer and her promises of ability he'd only heard about in stories and poems, Are nodded and stroked his chin. Contemplating the full potential of what she was offering, well, what it sounded like she was offering. A craftsman even the dvergr would be jealous of, truly a dream come true for any cobbler worth his salt.
The boy could barely contain his glee, but the man knew better than to trust mere words. Even if they came from a god. Especially if they came from a god. Stories made themselves know, memories of how Roar told of divine tricksters fooling men into giving up their very souls in exchange for what their hearts desired. Are bit the inside of his lip at the realisation. A bargain could be struck, and now that he thought himself knowing the seller he only needed to know the price.
"Beautiful words, thank you, I am flattered." he said, smiling wryly in his best impression of a certain mischievous thief. "Yet I can't shake the feeling there's more to it. Forgive my brashness-" Are bowed slightly, partly out of respect and partly out of fear for retaliation. He allowed a few moments to pass, mustering every ounce of his limited vocabulary as to make his company justice and not offend. "I am a craftsman first and a salesman second, but I know when I am being talked up. Please, do not waste such beautiful words on a brute, it's a shame to have them fall on such a blunt mind. You have told me what you're selling, and I am equal parts impressed and afraid to ask..." truly a flowery passage he was proud of and one he would brag about to every storyteller and skald he could. If only he'd wrap it up as nicely. "Name your price!" he finally blurted out, as if he'd forgotten he wasn't talking to a pig farmer from the next village over. As the realization set in the color left his face.
The boy could barely contain his glee, but the man knew better than to trust mere words. Even if they came from a god. Especially if they came from a god. Stories made themselves know, memories of how Roar told of divine tricksters fooling men into giving up their very souls in exchange for what their hearts desired. Are bit the inside of his lip at the realisation. A bargain could be struck, and now that he thought himself knowing the seller he only needed to know the price.
"Beautiful words, thank you, I am flattered." he said, smiling wryly in his best impression of a certain mischievous thief. "Yet I can't shake the feeling there's more to it. Forgive my brashness-" Are bowed slightly, partly out of respect and partly out of fear for retaliation. He allowed a few moments to pass, mustering every ounce of his limited vocabulary as to make his company justice and not offend. "I am a craftsman first and a salesman second, but I know when I am being talked up. Please, do not waste such beautiful words on a brute, it's a shame to have them fall on such a blunt mind. You have told me what you're selling, and I am equal parts impressed and afraid to ask..." truly a flowery passage he was proud of and one he would brag about to every storyteller and skald he could. If only he'd wrap it up as nicely. "Name your price!" he finally blurted out, as if he'd forgotten he wasn't talking to a pig farmer from the next village over. As the realization set in the color left his face.
