neron
A poker face was absolutely in Neron’s repertoire (read: his default state), but he clearly thought there was something to gain from helping the quirky inventor, else he’d have already quit and gone home. Her considerations about cement or sap were taken with a nod of understanding - given their current location the latter would be easiest to obtain - and began to set off across the mud as she confirmed their route.
”Hopefully the farmers we come across are friendly enough to want to do a trade,” he remarked with a smirk, water welling beneath his feet as he walked to continue to feed the dry, cracked earth beneath them. ”Shall I keep an eye out for anything shiny that might be the flint you need?” They might even be lucky and find some of the metal she was after too, but Neron wasn’t counting on it.
Still, as they headed across the fields he did spot something shiny in the earth, leaning down to inspect it. ”What is this?” It looked similar enough to the stone she had plucked up before. Hopefully it was some flint, and they were a step closer to their goal.
”Hopefully the farmers we come across are friendly enough to want to do a trade,” he remarked with a smirk, water welling beneath his feet as he walked to continue to feed the dry, cracked earth beneath them. ”Shall I keep an eye out for anything shiny that might be the flint you need?” They might even be lucky and find some of the metal she was after too, but Neron wasn’t counting on it.
Still, as they headed across the fields he did spot something shiny in the earth, leaning down to inspect it. ”What is this?” It looked similar enough to the stone she had plucked up before. Hopefully it was some flint, and they were a step closer to their goal.
lay your hand on me, one last time
