[FIN] Some Are Born to Sing the Blues [Harps]

[Lucca]

He registered the Rat's change in demeanor towards him in the same way one might note the weather: as something that was there, and could be helpful or harmful depending on the circumstances, but was unable to be influenced and didn't matter in the grand scheme of things. Really, not a whole lot mattered to the Goat anymore, which might have upset him if he were the type to get hung up on any sort of emotional poppycock. Since he wasn't, he merely noted and proceeded in the same way he had been doing. He would give advice where it was asked for, but he wouldn't go beyond what was asked of him. What was the point of that, unless it concerned making his items of higher quality? That was just professional courtesy, to do the best work he could, and really, throwing himself into his work was all he had left. Besides which, it was actually his father's sign, except for the part he'd added in red. It simply hadn't ever come up deep in the heart of Tulgey where his father had lived and worked, but once he became a travelling operation he found there were other applications of smithing where Torquehelms were involved. And he took some sort of grim satisfaction in contributing to keeping all the Tourques safely bound.

"Very well," he responded gruffly, and quoted her a price. It was a bit steep for a pan, but Dania could be assured that the quality of the workmanship was worth the price. Especially since it wasn't entirely of iron, so he'd made it without the use of his Club ability, no mean feat. Of course, that also meant he didn't need to give her the precautionary warning about not using the pan as a weapon, not that anyone would generally attempt that with such an item anyway...he hoped. "Will there be anything else I can help you with?" It wasn't said with annoyance, merely the same detached calm that radiated off of the goat the whole time.

[Harpsdesire]

Dania nodded, fished the correct coins from her pouch and handed them to Aberforth. It seemed that whatever she was seeking would have to be found elsewhere. And whatever it was that she was looking for, she figured that the smith could use a double dose of it. He certainly seemed an unhappy sort of fellow... the kind that would fit right in in this town. "No, I think that's all. Thank you."

The young rat fished in her mind for an excuse to stay, any reason to further delay what was sure to be a very unpleasant conversation with her parents. Yet, it was clear the goat had no interest in smalltalk, and found her company about as thrilling as a brick's. She sighed to herself. No more legitimate excuses to avoid facing her father's anger were to be found here, and perhaps not anywhere. Her whiskers trembled at the thought.

Perhaps she did need something Aberforth had, after all. It wasn't something she could buy, and not something she dared question him about-- A little of the iron in his eyes would serve her well in the days to come.

[Lucca]

He regarded her with a sort of--well, it couldn't really be called curiosity, for she didn't seem to be that interesting of a person (it was nothing personal, he found most people to be fairly dull) but it was a slight sort of interest. He could tell that something was bothering her, but he wasn't going to worry about it, after all. For if she didn't want to ask about it, then it was most likely something he couldn't help her with anyway.

"Very well. I appreciate your patronage." He bowed his head to her slightly, carefully counting the coins before slipping them into a pouch neatly concealed beneath the thick hair on one of his legs. Later on, he would add them into his safe. He had made it himself, of course, solid iron but with an inner layer of steel, just in case.

He watched her leave his shop, and for a moment, something odd would flash through his eyes. She was young, she was naive...and if he had known her thoughts regarding his flinty nature, it would have distressed him somewhat. He would wish the life he'd had on no one. He may look down on the ignorant masses for their optimistic and idealistic view of life, but he knew more than anyone how happy people like that were. A happiness he could be sure he'd never feel again.

((ooc...I suppose...are we done? XD))

[carcinoGeneticist]

Harps and Lucca both receive 1 token each, to be redeemed in Ashwin's Shoppe. This will automatically be added to your recorded totals in the shoppe. Congratulations, and keep up the good RP!