Are
The once over that he so forced in a vain attempt at making it second nature took far more deliberate effort then Are had the energy to waste on. A quick glance had to do. A short respite in his fruitless attempts at making something of the rags and coarse thread. What he found was suspicion, from where the cobbler couldn't say, maybe it was the way the man carried himself or the simple fact that he was the first one to give Are the time of day for any reason other than the call of duty.
Gut be damned. he thought, sighed, and set down the mess of cloth and thread in his lap. The man's brazen attitude a breath of fresh air in the face of stale whispers and mutters of malcontent. Little did Are know fully how starved of some proper conversation he was. Usually one content with keeping to himself for days on end, the cobbler didn't realize how much the boredom had worn on him until he was there without much else to do but listen and rest.
And think.
A curt smile and a grunt was all the answer the first question got. Maybe not news as much as enough loose statements to put together what all the fuss was about, and it didn't look all too bright in the eyes of the weak cobbler.
"Rocks, a bunch of them, or well, one hefty one." he said and groaned as he sat up a bit more. Not broken, that did the strange horse make sure of, but fully exhausted from the ordeal and a good deal less prone of spontaneous ramblings than usual. Still, he persevered and bravely went on. "Got caught in a bad spot, going of alone was a stupid idea, but I got lucky. Now I'm here... What's your story?"
Gut be damned. he thought, sighed, and set down the mess of cloth and thread in his lap. The man's brazen attitude a breath of fresh air in the face of stale whispers and mutters of malcontent. Little did Are know fully how starved of some proper conversation he was. Usually one content with keeping to himself for days on end, the cobbler didn't realize how much the boredom had worn on him until he was there without much else to do but listen and rest.
And think.
A curt smile and a grunt was all the answer the first question got. Maybe not news as much as enough loose statements to put together what all the fuss was about, and it didn't look all too bright in the eyes of the weak cobbler.
"Rocks, a bunch of them, or well, one hefty one." he said and groaned as he sat up a bit more. Not broken, that did the strange horse make sure of, but fully exhausted from the ordeal and a good deal less prone of spontaneous ramblings than usual. Still, he persevered and bravely went on. "Got caught in a bad spot, going of alone was a stupid idea, but I got lucky. Now I'm here... What's your story?"
