Are
The simple matter of not knowing one's way in life where as alien to Are as he was to the new world. Sure, there was always indecision and sometimes even outliers abandoning the family tradition to find the quick way to Valhall. Or worse, Nidingr attracting the ire of people and gods alike with their evil deeds. Are shuddered at the thought and the memories it invoked. A sharp bitter taste, the world slowly slipping away, and the shouts of a plot gone awry. He quickly swallowed it back down and struck the dark path he'd gone down out of his mind. Not in all of Midgård, or Niflheim for that matter, could he see the young man with the sunny disposition get that lost.
"Maybe..." he began to give the seed of an idea a voice, but stopped himself before he again let his tongue outrun his thoughts. Although, a possible extra set of hands, dainty as they might've been, wasn't something the cobbler would just throw away to get chewed up by some unspeakable horror dwelling in some inky black crevasse of the pallid world. He took his few moments, stroking his chin and pondering the idea.
"You know.." he finally said, breaking the short moment of thoughtful silence. "If adventuring with the Loreseekers ever gets tiring, there's a whole lotta feet here, and few hands to shoe them..." Are said with a laugh, giving Killian a little nudge and a wink.
"Maybe..." he began to give the seed of an idea a voice, but stopped himself before he again let his tongue outrun his thoughts. Although, a possible extra set of hands, dainty as they might've been, wasn't something the cobbler would just throw away to get chewed up by some unspeakable horror dwelling in some inky black crevasse of the pallid world. He took his few moments, stroking his chin and pondering the idea.
"You know.." he finally said, breaking the short moment of thoughtful silence. "If adventuring with the Loreseekers ever gets tiring, there's a whole lotta feet here, and few hands to shoe them..." Are said with a laugh, giving Killian a little nudge and a wink.
