[Oh, how wonderful that he is not ignored. High cheekbones shift fractions of inches even higher, and his smile cannot help but reach his eyes as he is addressed by the young man. (not quite so young, as so his senses tell him. Strange for one so thin in aether to not be half as shriveled as others beyond a certain number of years.)
His luminescent eyes form crescents- ever so brief ones- before he speaks.]
I find myself in a slight predicament.
[His tone is ever-so-slightly playful as he speaks, perhaps indicating that whatever predicament he alludes to is one that he finds equally as humourous as vexing.]
I intend to make a gift of some of these materials to a sorcerer of no small skill. For where we are from, materials like this are something of a rarity.
[His hand moves to the side of his jaw, the backs of his fingers tapping it a few times, eyes moving to a countertop fair overflowing with all manner of things.]
Yet, regrettably, I am beset by problems. The first is my own lack of knowledge. I know not what would make a fine gift for someone quite so advanced...
[Tap, tap, tap.]
And I would very much hate for this person to have to feign gratitude for receiving what he would privately consider a child's toy. The second of my dilemmas involves my coinpurse. While, normally, I would blindly purchase whatever I could and make multiple gifts until one hit the mark, there would appear to be a slight issue with the conversion of my currency. Essentially, I think I could purchase only one thing, so getting it right is paramount.
[He lowers his hand. It finds its way to his hip, and he brings his gaze back to Istredd. And his smile returns.]
Fortunately, it appears I am in the presence of a man well-versed in magick. Rather powerful, as well- if my eyes do not deceive me. Might I ask your opinion on these wares?
nono! sorry for not notifying you. ive a head like a sieve sometimes, i swear
His luminescent eyes form crescents- ever so brief ones- before he speaks.]
I find myself in a slight predicament.
[His tone is ever-so-slightly playful as he speaks, perhaps indicating that whatever predicament he alludes to is one that he finds equally as humourous as vexing.]
I intend to make a gift of some of these materials to a sorcerer of no small skill. For where we are from, materials like this are something of a rarity.
[His hand moves to the side of his jaw, the backs of his fingers tapping it a few times, eyes moving to a countertop fair overflowing with all manner of things.]
Yet, regrettably, I am beset by problems. The first is my own lack of knowledge. I know not what would make a fine gift for someone quite so advanced...
[Tap, tap, tap.]
And I would very much hate for this person to have to feign gratitude for receiving what he would privately consider a child's toy. The second of my dilemmas involves my coinpurse. While, normally, I would blindly purchase whatever I could and make multiple gifts until one hit the mark, there would appear to be a slight issue with the conversion of my currency. Essentially, I think I could purchase only one thing, so getting it right is paramount.
[He lowers his hand. It finds its way to his hip, and he brings his gaze back to Istredd. And his smile returns.]
Fortunately, it appears I am in the presence of a man well-versed in magick. Rather powerful, as well- if my eyes do not deceive me. Might I ask your opinion on these wares?