"Beautiful, but dangerous," the bard elucidated wryly. "At least, if you're naive enough to follow them. If you're content to simply watch, though... they are a harmless and lovely bunch." He'd once been able to create them and call them to his hand, but not since arriving on Caido-- something he was growing used to, though he didn't like to dwell much on.
The nudge about their original meeting and the offer she had made - and he had tentatively accepted - widened his grin again and he winked as he returned to his pack for another armful. "I've been nose-deep in the Atheneum," he admitted, "researching the spire, the demon, the Long Night... well. Mostly the latter. I've had damnably little luck with the first two. But I've been getting out and trying to meet people, too. Oh, and I work at the Rathskeller now - two evenings a week, providing entertainment for the gathered masses." His sarcasm was light, teasing even, given the low population inside the barrier. The winter brought some people to the tavern, desperately seeking warmth and company, while others disliked braving the cold and the early fall of night and stayed away. "But I agree. As busy as you've been, it sounds like you need the extra hands. I'll come by in a few days to see what you can teach me, and what I can learn."
He straightened from the well-trodden snow, looking around at their handiwork to see what more was needed, but the tone of her voice caught his attention completely and he turned to face his friend, expression sober. "That does not make it sound like an easy thing," he said softly, walking slowly back to the rock and taking a seat - but leaving room for her to join him, if she didn't mind sitting close. "Do you... would you care to talk about it?" The question was delicate, his voice as quiet as if he were talking to an animal in need of soothing, as much as to a friend. "I would be honored to listen, if you would share the tale with me."
The nudge about their original meeting and the offer she had made - and he had tentatively accepted - widened his grin again and he winked as he returned to his pack for another armful. "I've been nose-deep in the Atheneum," he admitted, "researching the spire, the demon, the Long Night... well. Mostly the latter. I've had damnably little luck with the first two. But I've been getting out and trying to meet people, too. Oh, and I work at the Rathskeller now - two evenings a week, providing entertainment for the gathered masses." His sarcasm was light, teasing even, given the low population inside the barrier. The winter brought some people to the tavern, desperately seeking warmth and company, while others disliked braving the cold and the early fall of night and stayed away. "But I agree. As busy as you've been, it sounds like you need the extra hands. I'll come by in a few days to see what you can teach me, and what I can learn."
He straightened from the well-trodden snow, looking around at their handiwork to see what more was needed, but the tone of her voice caught his attention completely and he turned to face his friend, expression sober. "That does not make it sound like an easy thing," he said softly, walking slowly back to the rock and taking a seat - but leaving room for her to join him, if she didn't mind sitting close. "Do you... would you care to talk about it?" The question was delicate, his voice as quiet as if he were talking to an animal in need of soothing, as much as to a friend. "I would be honored to listen, if you would share the tale with me."
