Torin was mildly confused by the reactions he was getting from a woman that, admittedly by appearance alone, he had judged to have been a militant type. She was asking about a weapon, which further inclined him in the belief but did not account for her oddities. Perhaps she was not used to dealing with people very much. He had been in that uncomfortable position for most of his life, so he could have sympathy for it. Perhaps she was also not used to purchasing magically enhanced items and was worried she would be taken advantage of if she didn't look like she knew what she was doing.
He tried for a reassuring smile, the type he used when one of his similarly aged friends was worried about something, mixed with his Business expression.
"I've been delving into polearms specifically recently." He spoke calmly, like he might to a horse who wasn't entirely sure it was safe with someone trying to shoe it. "They are my own weapon of choice. Not that I've any cause to use a weapon inside the city walls, of course."
Stepping around her to where the two polearms were being displayed her pointed to the bladed one, "I made this design for a friend who helped me learn, and this," He indicated the hammer-headed one, "I designed for myself. Sort of fits better in my head. Cause I use hammers all the time already."
His laughter was self effacing and he ran a hand through his hair without thinking about how dirty it might be. Timon, who had retreated back behind the counter was doing his best not to actively roll his eyes or bury his head in his arms in shame.
"What sort of enchantment were you looking for? I do a lot of work for House Leukos where I just ensure blades will never go dull or need cleaning, but I've done showier stuff, adding elemental damage or bleeding. Anything you can think of really, I can probably figure it out."
It was only very mildly inaccurate, there were things runeforging could not do, but most people did not think far enough outside the realms of what they knew to consider such things.
It was obvious that he was much more comfortable talking about his work than he had been in the market, his shoulders were relaxed and he seemed at once less consciously aware of his surroundings and more subconsciously comfortable in them.
He tried for a reassuring smile, the type he used when one of his similarly aged friends was worried about something, mixed with his Business expression.
"I've been delving into polearms specifically recently." He spoke calmly, like he might to a horse who wasn't entirely sure it was safe with someone trying to shoe it. "They are my own weapon of choice. Not that I've any cause to use a weapon inside the city walls, of course."
Stepping around her to where the two polearms were being displayed her pointed to the bladed one, "I made this design for a friend who helped me learn, and this," He indicated the hammer-headed one, "I designed for myself. Sort of fits better in my head. Cause I use hammers all the time already."
His laughter was self effacing and he ran a hand through his hair without thinking about how dirty it might be. Timon, who had retreated back behind the counter was doing his best not to actively roll his eyes or bury his head in his arms in shame.
"What sort of enchantment were you looking for? I do a lot of work for House Leukos where I just ensure blades will never go dull or need cleaning, but I've done showier stuff, adding elemental damage or bleeding. Anything you can think of really, I can probably figure it out."
It was only very mildly inaccurate, there were things runeforging could not do, but most people did not think far enough outside the realms of what they knew to consider such things.
It was obvious that he was much more comfortable talking about his work than he had been in the market, his shoulders were relaxed and he seemed at once less consciously aware of his surroundings and more subconsciously comfortable in them.
