Don't shout at me like I'm across the room when I'm right here, when you're right this time
The comment seems to be as much of a compliment to the young crafter as anything else would be. A quick crafter was one that managed to retain a good enough profit, and seeing as it was only himself holding up the Westfall name now, there weren’t extra hands to help him out. Besides that, the young man was too awkward and submissive to even consider asking for help. So he ducks his head, shifting the lantern so he might garner a better look at what they’d look like.
“I f-found out a-about it… After m-m-my parents died.” He stutters again, but he manages to take it slow enough that he wouldn’t stutter on every single word. That was another accomplishment in and of itself. So he looks up to the General again, not in the face but along the lanterns instead. “D-do you?” He asks, gesturing to the finely crafted lanterns. Are you a crafter too?
“I f-found out a-about it… After m-m-my parents died.” He stutters again, but he manages to take it slow enough that he wouldn’t stutter on every single word. That was another accomplishment in and of itself. So he looks up to the General again, not in the face but along the lanterns instead. “D-do you?” He asks, gesturing to the finely crafted lanterns. Are you a crafter too?
GLAS
