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Divorced, it took a few moments for that word to land in the cobbler's mind. A few moments more for it to weave it's way through the mesh separating new from old and to fully make sense. He let slip a non-committal noise, seemingly split on whether the answer made him pleased he'd actually gotten it or concerned a bond meant for life had been willingly broken.
At least the topic of Adam's relationships had Are thinking of something other than the state of his own. He tried to see it from the perspective of a glorious scoundrel, something about grand adventure and a dash of skaldly flair and maybe would make more sense. Still it left the cobbler shaking his head and chuckling at the mumbled explanations following his great reveal.
"I know the kind..." the voice was unlike his regular tone, thick with judgment the cobbler should've been the last one to cast. He knew very well his glass house was particularly vulnerable in the area of relationships and it had taken a fair few shaky ones before he'd ever even come close to finding his footing. He looked down and cringed at how harsh his words had came out. "Sorry, I know neither you nor your world and should not judge. No ones asks the cobbler for help in marital troubles." he quipped and laughed, but caught himself almost starting down another winding path before looking up at his new friend again.
"Shoe troubles though..." he tapped his temple with a finger. "there I can work wonders. No patched marriages, but the softest soles you'd ever felt. I shouldn't hold you hostage anymore though, there's stars you seem aching to meet and I won't keep you separated."
At least the topic of Adam's relationships had Are thinking of something other than the state of his own. He tried to see it from the perspective of a glorious scoundrel, something about grand adventure and a dash of skaldly flair and maybe would make more sense. Still it left the cobbler shaking his head and chuckling at the mumbled explanations following his great reveal.
"I know the kind..." the voice was unlike his regular tone, thick with judgment the cobbler should've been the last one to cast. He knew very well his glass house was particularly vulnerable in the area of relationships and it had taken a fair few shaky ones before he'd ever even come close to finding his footing. He looked down and cringed at how harsh his words had came out. "Sorry, I know neither you nor your world and should not judge. No ones asks the cobbler for help in marital troubles." he quipped and laughed, but caught himself almost starting down another winding path before looking up at his new friend again.
"Shoe troubles though..." he tapped his temple with a finger. "there I can work wonders. No patched marriages, but the softest soles you'd ever felt. I shouldn't hold you hostage anymore though, there's stars you seem aching to meet and I won't keep you separated."
