Are
Another stranger, another strange stranger. Although she seemed far less likely than the last to be at his throat if he let his guard down for a moment, not that that counted for much had Are come to understand. Understanding. Trying and failing was better than never trying at all, so he tried. Yet he couldn't seem to place either the name or face somewhere, no little flashes of an image or snippets of a voice rang with recognition in his half-boiled head. It could've been the heat or maybe the simple lack of all his faculties was the culprit keeping his mind out of touch with what he could swear he should've known. The face, scarred as it might've been, and the voice, they both came together to make something the cobbler couldn't take his mind off. As if he stood before a spectre of his imagination, an amalgamation of loose faces and voices.
He laughed, nervous as he realized he'd been staring. Relieved there was no magical fire or regular cold steel to greet him, not that he'd been expecting it. Had he?
"Are, cobbler, warrior, but mostly cobbler as of late." he quipped, offering another smile, a more sincere one. One not filled to the brim with tension and swirling thoughts taking up most of the little presence of his eyes. "'Bout as official as a cobbler went digging around for books'll ever be. But no, promise you, I'm nothing of the sort, don't even know if there are any, haven't been here much. For good reasons... he laughed again, bur weaker as he remembered his well chosen words said in anger. Words he knew very well the silver-haired bard would launch back at him the moment the chance showed itself. Or he wouldn't, content with knowing Are knew, only needing a smug smile and a meaning look.
He laughed, nervous as he realized he'd been staring. Relieved there was no magical fire or regular cold steel to greet him, not that he'd been expecting it. Had he?
"Are, cobbler, warrior, but mostly cobbler as of late." he quipped, offering another smile, a more sincere one. One not filled to the brim with tension and swirling thoughts taking up most of the little presence of his eyes. "'Bout as official as a cobbler went digging around for books'll ever be. But no, promise you, I'm nothing of the sort, don't even know if there are any, haven't been here much. For good reasons... he laughed again, bur weaker as he remembered his well chosen words said in anger. Words he knew very well the silver-haired bard would launch back at him the moment the chance showed itself. Or he wouldn't, content with knowing Are knew, only needing a smug smile and a meaning look.
