Are
Food, drink, a place by the fire, somewhere to rest your head, and now healers. By the moment things sounded more and more promising. Maybe death isn't all bad after all. A smile betrayed the flicker of hope that was alit in the man's heart again, a glimmer of that cheer that had carried him far enough into life. A flame that reached his eyes once Jigano mentioned his trade. Beyond what little family he had, now lost, the trade was of great pride to him. As it had been his father's, and his father's before him.
With a flick of his hand and a twist if his wrist he wringed the worst wetness out of his hat and replaced it on his slicked down curls. "I make it all, raw hides to finished boot, belt or bag." he said with new found gusto, voice stronger and with more spring in his step. "I might not be a master just yet, but a journeyman with enough mettle for two."
He snuck another look at the creature on Jigano's shoulder, something out of a fairytale indeed, but so was the whole countryside and the situation itself as well. Are's eyes flitted downwards momentarily as to avoid the suspicious gaze back from the gryphon and noticed the boots the scholar was wearing. Glad to have something else to occupy his mind he studied the work intently and started deconstructing the pieces in his head. Curiosity got the better of him sooner rather than later. "Those boots, fine pieces, who's the craftsman?" Are asked and pulled his eyes back to the road ahead, after all, it wasn't polite to stare.
With a flick of his hand and a twist if his wrist he wringed the worst wetness out of his hat and replaced it on his slicked down curls. "I make it all, raw hides to finished boot, belt or bag." he said with new found gusto, voice stronger and with more spring in his step. "I might not be a master just yet, but a journeyman with enough mettle for two."
He snuck another look at the creature on Jigano's shoulder, something out of a fairytale indeed, but so was the whole countryside and the situation itself as well. Are's eyes flitted downwards momentarily as to avoid the suspicious gaze back from the gryphon and noticed the boots the scholar was wearing. Glad to have something else to occupy his mind he studied the work intently and started deconstructing the pieces in his head. Curiosity got the better of him sooner rather than later. "Those boots, fine pieces, who's the craftsman?" Are asked and pulled his eyes back to the road ahead, after all, it wasn't polite to stare.
