"He was both, though he probably wanted to be seen as a 'cool and dangerous man of mystery,'" the bard admitted with a fond chuckle. "He had courage and heart in spite of a very rough life before he came to Caido. Ah... damn. His Heidi will never know..." He trailed off, sadness and loss showing through the bittersweet nostalgia as he hid his distress behind a sip of tea, taking a long drink of the hot liquid as he regained his poise.
"Mm. Yes, I think so. Black and red glass for his fashion sense. Maybe scale patterns on the black, for Coffee... and a sprinkling of snow flakes over the red for Peter? Perhaps the whole thing topped with a small set of black iron antlers for Peter's companion..." His gaze was lost for a moment in artistic musing before he blinked back to the moment and his smile returned, wry and without humor for Sam's father. "Who would stop you? But if Ludo picked it you might have to see him again, so perhaps better safe than sorry. Let the old bastard stay dead and don't give him any final words." He reached up to offer Isuma half a biscuit to nibble on, even if it meant crumbs on his shoulder. "Is there anyone else you'll be making a lantern for this year?"
"Mm. Yes, I think so. Black and red glass for his fashion sense. Maybe scale patterns on the black, for Coffee... and a sprinkling of snow flakes over the red for Peter? Perhaps the whole thing topped with a small set of black iron antlers for Peter's companion..." His gaze was lost for a moment in artistic musing before he blinked back to the moment and his smile returned, wry and without humor for Sam's father. "Who would stop you? But if Ludo picked it you might have to see him again, so perhaps better safe than sorry. Let the old bastard stay dead and don't give him any final words." He reached up to offer Isuma half a biscuit to nibble on, even if it meant crumbs on his shoulder. "Is there anyone else you'll be making a lantern for this year?"
