Are
He laughed with her, although not fully able to shake the feeling that he was talking with someone touched. A feeling he, on the other hand, had barely been left without in any conversation since the day he was snatched from the claws of Ägir. Not even the most mundane of topics had been left unaffected by the passing, a simple discussion on the nature of thread and stitches left him with an uneasy sensation of the whole world being just slightly off kilter. A quarter turn from Midgård, a touch misaligned, and the very same feeling sent a sting of unease through the cobbler as the conversation shifted from amusing joking around to something more to the point. Unease not completely washed away by a call back to the joke.
A smile, the smile, not quite reaching the eyes that where left with a touch of ill-hidden worry. A sigh and a deliberate effort to turn the mind around towards the question itself instead of the landslide of little doubts it managed to set in motion, was he any better a man than had arrived? Any more learned, enlightened, or strong? A truthful answer, maybe not one Melinoë asked in word, but in spirit. What had the mighty shoe-warrior learned about the world that had been thrust upon him?
With a moment of introspection came the rest of what had been set in motion, a veritable torrent of all the wonders of the new world, all ready to be blurted out in a long string of rough, norse-tasting, rant without point or any clear end. Just a meandering flapping of one's jowls as his mind poured it's contents on the unsuspecting victim listener that hadn't fully grasped the breadth of what she was asking.
"My keen warrior senses tell me you're not interested in hearing me rant and rave over sinew and fur, nor do you seem particularly interested in the mundane life of keeping Caido shod, so I'll spare you." Are said after a few moments deliberation with himself, enough time to winnow chaff from grain and come up with something more interesting an answer than a craftsman's headaches. "Monsters, creatures, gods and spirits is all things to be wary of, and something I have far less knowledge of than the Loreseekers or Monster hunters. My comment on those would be redundant, although, what I do, know is people, at least I like to think I do." another pause, a moment for Are to gather his thoughts to something resembling the wise guidance his father had been so keen on. "Good folks, everyone I've met so far has something good in them, but those that care for more than grain and health of their children can get lost on the way to what's good. They're out there. Far more dangerous than any ol' bear or wolf, for that's the bite you don't see coming 'til it's too late." he said, grumbling in his rough dialect and trying his damnedest to not confuse more than necessary.
"Trust your gut is what I'm saying, I guess."
A smile, the smile, not quite reaching the eyes that where left with a touch of ill-hidden worry. A sigh and a deliberate effort to turn the mind around towards the question itself instead of the landslide of little doubts it managed to set in motion, was he any better a man than had arrived? Any more learned, enlightened, or strong? A truthful answer, maybe not one Melinoë asked in word, but in spirit. What had the mighty shoe-warrior learned about the world that had been thrust upon him?
With a moment of introspection came the rest of what had been set in motion, a veritable torrent of all the wonders of the new world, all ready to be blurted out in a long string of rough, norse-tasting, rant without point or any clear end. Just a meandering flapping of one's jowls as his mind poured it's contents on the unsuspecting victim listener that hadn't fully grasped the breadth of what she was asking.
"My keen warrior senses tell me you're not interested in hearing me rant and rave over sinew and fur, nor do you seem particularly interested in the mundane life of keeping Caido shod, so I'll spare you." Are said after a few moments deliberation with himself, enough time to winnow chaff from grain and come up with something more interesting an answer than a craftsman's headaches. "Monsters, creatures, gods and spirits is all things to be wary of, and something I have far less knowledge of than the Loreseekers or Monster hunters. My comment on those would be redundant, although, what I do, know is people, at least I like to think I do." another pause, a moment for Are to gather his thoughts to something resembling the wise guidance his father had been so keen on. "Good folks, everyone I've met so far has something good in them, but those that care for more than grain and health of their children can get lost on the way to what's good. They're out there. Far more dangerous than any ol' bear or wolf, for that's the bite you don't see coming 'til it's too late." he said, grumbling in his rough dialect and trying his damnedest to not confuse more than necessary.
"Trust your gut is what I'm saying, I guess."
