No fear for the setting sun [open]

Are

Are shook his head and chuckled at how appalled the fae seemed at the mere thought of looking nothing short of stunning. Although he could see her point, at least when working with something less strenuous and dirty. A point that grew on him even, maybe there was something to be said for looking a bit more put together than a stained, patched tunic would allow. Not that he'd relent now that he'd taken his stand. "Listen here y-" he started but got ahold of his tongue, partly because he remembered his promise and partly because she mentioned a village, and people.

People, like him. Not many, but it was something. He perked up at the thought, eyes widening in excitement that among those 'not many' could be the one he had been looking for all along. Just as she mentioned it, he knew there was no other option. He had to go there. 'Going in feet first and eyes closed' was exactly what he intended to do, promises to silver haired bards be damned. Then she held it up before him, dangling it in front of his face like a bone to a pack of dogs.

In his weakened state there was no question about what he had to do, concussion be damned. "I know this game, I've played it with gods and won. But sure, I'll play." he muttered, eyes narrowing as he saw the kind and beautiful álfr turn sly and smug. Just like in the stories.

"What is your price?" said the ever so tactful cobbler, his hard dialect making it sound harsher than he meant.