The old man glanced up, expecting to see some sort of salacious smirk on the young man's face (small things indeed), but instead was shown a hand full of rings. Grabbing with meaty and arthritic fingers, he pulled Caiside's fingers close to his eyes, frowning in that subtly-impressed manner of the very old. With a grunt of approval, the old man nodded gruffly.
Still looking fairly skeptical, the old man crossed his arms and looked up at Jigano with the beginnings of a scowl. "Fun ain' got nuthin' ter do with it." He croaked, waggling a finger at the bard. "S'all sorts of worship." He continued. "If'in I see any a' my work bein' used fer such, ye can believe it'll be tha last time we do bi'ness together, fine materials or no!"
Collecting up the ingots, the old man weighed them in his hands with a thoughtful sort of expression. "I reckon this'll take about half of what you have here. My payment will be half o' what's left. We agreed?"
Still looking fairly skeptical, the old man crossed his arms and looked up at Jigano with the beginnings of a scowl. "Fun ain' got nuthin' ter do with it." He croaked, waggling a finger at the bard. "S'all sorts of worship." He continued. "If'in I see any a' my work bein' used fer such, ye can believe it'll be tha last time we do bi'ness together, fine materials or no!"
Collecting up the ingots, the old man weighed them in his hands with a thoughtful sort of expression. "I reckon this'll take about half of what you have here. My payment will be half o' what's left. We agreed?"
