Caiside hesitated a moment, not sure if he was being given permission to prove himself at some point, or to move behind the counter and look for himself at what the shop was like. He took a step toward the workspace behind the counter, moving behind it if he encountered no resistance. It was a sparse little work area, practical, but still simpler than the workshops he had grown accustomed to in his own world. This was more like the place he’d first learned to smith, as a child.
His investigation paused as Jigano dove into the story of how he’d come across his treasure trove of ingots. It was an exciting story, woven into something that much more captivating by the silver haired mans skilled tongue. He did make a mental note to ask Jigano about the location of the place, it would be easier to get his own workshop started with a foundation, and it wouldn’t be the first time he had built something on the bones of those who had come before.
The warm tone rang out trough the shop, music to Caiside’s ears. He was overcome with curiosity about what Jigano could possibly want made with such riches, and turned his eyes to his friend, eagerly awaiting the answer.
His investigation paused as Jigano dove into the story of how he’d come across his treasure trove of ingots. It was an exciting story, woven into something that much more captivating by the silver haired mans skilled tongue. He did make a mental note to ask Jigano about the location of the place, it would be easier to get his own workshop started with a foundation, and it wouldn’t be the first time he had built something on the bones of those who had come before.
The warm tone rang out trough the shop, music to Caiside’s ears. He was overcome with curiosity about what Jigano could possibly want made with such riches, and turned his eyes to his friend, eagerly awaiting the answer.
