tristan
It wasn’t long until words were kept, much to his relief.
Crouched down beside the anvil and digging carefully through the bramble to reach the tools tossed haphazardly upon the earth, Tristan could hear but not see Deimos’ approach. He paused when the stoic man was practically upon him and grinned, slowly moving to stand and brushing his hands off on the worn fabric of his pants. Clearly this man was an individual of no-nonsense, a trait that he had immediately assumed upon their first meeting. It was both admirable and a little intimidating, due to the brunette’s gentle-hearted nature.
Regardless, Deimos had offered his assistance, and there was no way in his right mind that he would pass it up. “Ah, thank you again,” he stated once more, that warm, boyish grin still upon his lips and sincerity shining in his eyes, “I appreciate your help. Now, let’s see…” Turning on his heel, he made to list off the things that immediately needed tended to, but the words died on his tongue as another greeting rang out. It was Remi, the alchemist from the meeting. Tristan’s earnest smile remained as the tinkerer approached, and he gave a nod, his expression open and sincere as he listened to the man speak.
The brunette’s gaze drifted to the shop in mention, then he chuckled softly and focused crisp blue eyes on the other man. As he spoke, Tristan reached out and took hold of Remi’s hand in a firm shake. “Yes, that’s me. And you’re Remi, if I remember right?” It seemed that they would be neighbors, if they could get the smithy up and running… Judging by Remi’s kind eye and genuine expression, Tristan was perfectly alright with that.
“Hands would be much appreciated, friend,” he stated, stepping back and rubbing his hands together as he began to think it all over, absently chewing at his lip once more, “Thank you both for helping out a stranger. Now, let’s see… I’ve looked around a bit. There’s quite a bit to be done.” Reaching out with his foot, Tristan pressed the toe of his boot against the weathered remains of the old forge. “We need to clear away this overgrowth and reinforce the forge here to replace some of the stonework, clean out the inside of the shop… Maybe get a new door in place, and a work bench for out here.”
There was a lot more than that, but he felt hesitant to ask for more. Remi and Deimos were already kind enough to offer their time and strengths to help him out, and Tristan was never one to take advantage of someone else’s kindness. This was no different. It wasn’t how he had been raised. Everything else? He could handle on his own.
With a wolfish grin, the brunette dug around in his pockets and pulled out a worn pair of leather work gloves. Slipping them on, he nodded, intending to begin by pulling up the brambles and overgrown weeds dominating the work yard. “Let’s get started, then.”
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Things needing to be done: Find stone to reinforce the forge/clean up the work yard surrounding the forge, clean out the inside of the shop/repair the door, and either make/gather materials for a suitable workbench.
Crouched down beside the anvil and digging carefully through the bramble to reach the tools tossed haphazardly upon the earth, Tristan could hear but not see Deimos’ approach. He paused when the stoic man was practically upon him and grinned, slowly moving to stand and brushing his hands off on the worn fabric of his pants. Clearly this man was an individual of no-nonsense, a trait that he had immediately assumed upon their first meeting. It was both admirable and a little intimidating, due to the brunette’s gentle-hearted nature.
Regardless, Deimos had offered his assistance, and there was no way in his right mind that he would pass it up. “Ah, thank you again,” he stated once more, that warm, boyish grin still upon his lips and sincerity shining in his eyes, “I appreciate your help. Now, let’s see…” Turning on his heel, he made to list off the things that immediately needed tended to, but the words died on his tongue as another greeting rang out. It was Remi, the alchemist from the meeting. Tristan’s earnest smile remained as the tinkerer approached, and he gave a nod, his expression open and sincere as he listened to the man speak.
The brunette’s gaze drifted to the shop in mention, then he chuckled softly and focused crisp blue eyes on the other man. As he spoke, Tristan reached out and took hold of Remi’s hand in a firm shake. “Yes, that’s me. And you’re Remi, if I remember right?” It seemed that they would be neighbors, if they could get the smithy up and running… Judging by Remi’s kind eye and genuine expression, Tristan was perfectly alright with that.
“Hands would be much appreciated, friend,” he stated, stepping back and rubbing his hands together as he began to think it all over, absently chewing at his lip once more, “Thank you both for helping out a stranger. Now, let’s see… I’ve looked around a bit. There’s quite a bit to be done.” Reaching out with his foot, Tristan pressed the toe of his boot against the weathered remains of the old forge. “We need to clear away this overgrowth and reinforce the forge here to replace some of the stonework, clean out the inside of the shop… Maybe get a new door in place, and a work bench for out here.”
There was a lot more than that, but he felt hesitant to ask for more. Remi and Deimos were already kind enough to offer their time and strengths to help him out, and Tristan was never one to take advantage of someone else’s kindness. This was no different. It wasn’t how he had been raised. Everything else? He could handle on his own.
With a wolfish grin, the brunette dug around in his pockets and pulled out a worn pair of leather work gloves. Slipping them on, he nodded, intending to begin by pulling up the brambles and overgrown weeds dominating the work yard. “Let’s get started, then.”
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Things needing to be done: Find stone to reinforce the forge/clean up the work yard surrounding the forge, clean out the inside of the shop/repair the door, and either make/gather materials for a suitable workbench.
