Sivan accepted the piece of paper with both hands, reading what was written before nodding and tucking it away in a pocket. He was leery of the Circle, though only because he didn't wish to be tied to a group of people he didn't know, really. He offered a tight smile and then looked over what he had written down for Master Jacun.
"I think I have everything Master Jacun will need," he replied slowly just in case something popped into his mind, but it did not. He had gotten rather good at knowing what information the master alchemist would need in order to complete a commission, and it was nice to be trusted with it by a client for once. So many of them felt that they absolutely had to speak to Master Jacun himself or his idiot apprentice would ruin things. Perhaps they had a point when his Common was quite poor, but that was no longer the case.
"If he decides he has questions, we know where to reach you." He smiled again, and patted his pocket with Val'Maranthy's contact information. "Have a pleasant day, my lord." He tried not to let his gaze stray back to the eldritch Taberu.
When the black robe was on his way, Sivan returned to his tea and his magic mirror notes. He set the work order down beside him, and would give it immediately to Jacun when he emerged from the workshop. Picking up where he left off, he took a sip of lukewarm tea, and decided he would begin with silver because it ought to be more closely aligned with scrying than gold, though of course, he would likely experiment with any number of materials before he had perfected the design.
Jacun was an exacting taskmaster, but Sivan had a strong work ethic and a penchant for perfectionism himself.
"I think I have everything Master Jacun will need," he replied slowly just in case something popped into his mind, but it did not. He had gotten rather good at knowing what information the master alchemist would need in order to complete a commission, and it was nice to be trusted with it by a client for once. So many of them felt that they absolutely had to speak to Master Jacun himself or his idiot apprentice would ruin things. Perhaps they had a point when his Common was quite poor, but that was no longer the case.
"If he decides he has questions, we know where to reach you." He smiled again, and patted his pocket with Val'Maranthy's contact information. "Have a pleasant day, my lord." He tried not to let his gaze stray back to the eldritch Taberu.
When the black robe was on his way, Sivan returned to his tea and his magic mirror notes. He set the work order down beside him, and would give it immediately to Jacun when he emerged from the workshop. Picking up where he left off, he took a sip of lukewarm tea, and decided he would begin with silver because it ought to be more closely aligned with scrying than gold, though of course, he would likely experiment with any number of materials before he had perfected the design.
Jacun was an exacting taskmaster, but Sivan had a strong work ethic and a penchant for perfectionism himself.
fin.
