"Good job, you absolute cretin." Are whispered to himself as he suffered another lashing on the back of his clumsy words. At least it kept his secret safe, a small victory, if a rather Pyhrric one. The inability of the bard to see anything but his own way as right had the cobbler, warrior, stubborn one, had begun to see as insurmountable as the task ahead of him.
Stubborn one... A little better each time, misunderstandings instead of proper differing opinions was a step forward. At least it seemed as if things had played out in Are's favor even if only by chance and he was for that moment content with letting the bard think him nothing but a talking head to whatever troll he had decided pulled Are's strings.
Not bothered by the cold wits and hot air blown his way before the bard swept off he sat back down and began the slow and laborious process of making the pockets that was supposed to go into the satchel. "Purple, or blue perhaps, that would suit him." the cobbler mused as he placed the first of many cuts.
Stubborn one... A little better each time, misunderstandings instead of proper differing opinions was a step forward. At least it seemed as if things had played out in Are's favor even if only by chance and he was for that moment content with letting the bard think him nothing but a talking head to whatever troll he had decided pulled Are's strings.
Not bothered by the cold wits and hot air blown his way before the bard swept off he sat back down and began the slow and laborious process of making the pockets that was supposed to go into the satchel. "Purple, or blue perhaps, that would suit him." the cobbler mused as he placed the first of many cuts.
