Caiside offered a smile when the aged smith looked up at him, his lips tightening the slightest bit at the comment. ”I assure you I’m quite capable.” His tone light, and his voice smooth. The man was old, and Caiside had suffered through worse injustices than being called something he wasn’t. ”I’ve heard of your skill from Jigano. It would be an honour to assist you, in whatever way you deem fit. I think you’ll find me quite capable.” He wanted to show the few pieces of jewelry he had on him that were made by his own hand, but they seemed the type of thing the only man would scoff at as frivolous.
The old smith was a type Caiside knew well. Skilled, but brusque, and old fashioned. He was almost reminiscent of Caiside’s first master, when he’d been young and just learning the skills of the forge. Back then, Caiside hadn’t know how to properly deal with people like him, and had earned more than his share of pin for it, but now, he was confident he could work with the man. It did help that they wouldn’t be living under the same roof though.
The old smith was a type Caiside knew well. Skilled, but brusque, and old fashioned. He was almost reminiscent of Caiside’s first master, when he’d been young and just learning the skills of the forge. Back then, Caiside hadn’t know how to properly deal with people like him, and had earned more than his share of pin for it, but now, he was confident he could work with the man. It did help that they wouldn’t be living under the same roof though.
