Jigano grinned at his friend, then, in a moment of inspiration, removed the one from his own collar and set it on the counter. "You can use that as your model," he said cheerfully, glad that his friend would be helping with the new batch.
The gourd charm earned the same disbelief that his earlier animal charms had, and Jigano had to stifle a laugh as he could almost see the old smith's disdain losing out to his interest in the raw materials the bard had for trade. He let him come to terms with that, but the sudden squall that moved over their conversation at the mention of masks caught Jigano utterly by surprise. He blinked, flabbergasted at the mention of 'sexy parties' and 'blood.' "What?!" he managed, looking from the smith to Caiside's teasing and giving his friend an exasperated roll of his eyes at the 'help' the redhead was giving him. He held up his index finger, giving Caiside a stern look. "No cults," he said succinctly. Then he raised the second finger and looked to the smith, giving him the same look in spite of the man's age and experience. "And no sex parties. Is that what people do for fun on Caido?" He used the hand to rake his long hair back, considering Bastien's little 'masquerade' and ended up pinching the bridge of his nose against an impending headache. "No, never mind, I think I know the answer to that. And I swear that these are not intended for any such purpose. They're a gift to someone who, I think I can safely say, will not do anything sexy with them." Bloody, maybe, but definitely not sexy.
He glanced up, meeting Caiside's gaze ruefully, though his words were for the smith. "I suppose people here haven't had time or energy for plays or theater in a very long time... well. Perhaps something can be arranged for the Fiat Lux. Family friendly," he reiterated for the old man's benefit. "No blood. No sexy business. Just a story acted out to entertain people. Perhaps something simple, like a children's tale. Do you think people here would like that?"
The gourd charm earned the same disbelief that his earlier animal charms had, and Jigano had to stifle a laugh as he could almost see the old smith's disdain losing out to his interest in the raw materials the bard had for trade. He let him come to terms with that, but the sudden squall that moved over their conversation at the mention of masks caught Jigano utterly by surprise. He blinked, flabbergasted at the mention of 'sexy parties' and 'blood.' "What?!" he managed, looking from the smith to Caiside's teasing and giving his friend an exasperated roll of his eyes at the 'help' the redhead was giving him. He held up his index finger, giving Caiside a stern look. "No cults," he said succinctly. Then he raised the second finger and looked to the smith, giving him the same look in spite of the man's age and experience. "And no sex parties. Is that what people do for fun on Caido?" He used the hand to rake his long hair back, considering Bastien's little 'masquerade' and ended up pinching the bridge of his nose against an impending headache. "No, never mind, I think I know the answer to that. And I swear that these are not intended for any such purpose. They're a gift to someone who, I think I can safely say, will not do anything sexy with them." Bloody, maybe, but definitely not sexy.
He glanced up, meeting Caiside's gaze ruefully, though his words were for the smith. "I suppose people here haven't had time or energy for plays or theater in a very long time... well. Perhaps something can be arranged for the Fiat Lux. Family friendly," he reiterated for the old man's benefit. "No blood. No sexy business. Just a story acted out to entertain people. Perhaps something simple, like a children's tale. Do you think people here would like that?"
