Don't shout at me like I'm across the room when I'm right here, when you're right this time
Glas watches with interest as the feathers and flames are added to the lantern, as if looking at it had sparked the idea that there weren’t enough. And Glas appreciates every bit of attention to detail on both the lanterns, though he’d never find the words to actually say it. So instead, he focuses on the question and conversation that’s raised, to the idea that the General here has crafting magic, which is both intriguing and curious for the young man.
But he nods as Deimos tells him he’s the General here, having heard about it even in the confines of his workshop. “I h-heard.” He begins, reaching forward to have something to do and grabbing a piece of wood left behind he can run his fingers along, to fiddle with while they speak. “C-c-congratulations.” He tries to tamper down on the stutter but it only grows more, Glas taking a deep sigh and holding off while he considers his next words carefully.
“…That sounds… Nice.” He manages after a moment, chewing on his ruined cheek briefly. “My… Family m-made most of the furniture and… Kitchenware in the P-palace.” And the Kraai, and essentially whatever else needed doing.
But he nods as Deimos tells him he’s the General here, having heard about it even in the confines of his workshop. “I h-heard.” He begins, reaching forward to have something to do and grabbing a piece of wood left behind he can run his fingers along, to fiddle with while they speak. “C-c-congratulations.” He tries to tamper down on the stutter but it only grows more, Glas taking a deep sigh and holding off while he considers his next words carefully.
“…That sounds… Nice.” He manages after a moment, chewing on his ruined cheek briefly. “My… Family m-made most of the furniture and… Kitchenware in the P-palace.” And the Kraai, and essentially whatever else needed doing.
GLAS
