[ Time travel and terrifying fights against undead hordes are both somewhat unfortunate staples in a certain sorcerer's life by now. And in the aftermath, inevitably, life very much does go on.
The townsfolk don't seem surprised to see him arrive at one of the busier marketplaces, some greeting him as a familiar face, give him a knowing nod in passing, so it stands to reason he's been a staple for some time. And with his place in the world unchanged— it's time to get back to work. ]
a) [ You can find him perched on a barrel, surrounded by rope of varying hues and thicknesses, twisting lengths of yarn together into strands with the trip of his fingers. Hands-free, of course, the yarn stretched taut from a hook and knitting itself together while held by nothing else at all. ]
b) [ Spot him at just the right time and you might also catch the somewhat furtive approach of a local - on balance a woman, but sometimes a man - who'll slip him a note or step close to murmur in his ear, pressing some coins into his hand before pulling away to disappear back into the milling crowd of the market. ]
GOOD DEEDS
[ There's no rest for the weird, the wonderful or the wicked, and it's been a long time since that first stint after his arrival when Stephen turned his magic to the selfish priority of putting up his own tent - about time he shared the wealth, so to speak. The people of Yancai find their village sinking and approach him to buy some of his wares and Stephen, humble neighborhood ropemaker that he is, puts himself to work.
He has plenty of rope to donate to the cause and the villagers have plenty of lumber, but the job would still be easier with more hands. Having already assured the locals he can handle this pier alone and sent them on their way to carry on with their own business elsewhere, extra hands are currently scarce— so when he catches a glimpse of a fellow off-worlder, he's quick to call for their attention. ]
Hey. [ Pause for acknowledgement, or repetition if he's ignored, and then - ] Do you have a minute?
[ Careful, friend, he says a minute while stood amongst piles of coiled rope and stacked planks and a not even half built pier. ]
home at sea
[ Time travel and terrifying fights against undead hordes are both somewhat unfortunate staples in a certain sorcerer's life by now. And in the aftermath, inevitably, life very much does go on.
The townsfolk don't seem surprised to see him arrive at one of the busier marketplaces, some greeting him as a familiar face, give him a knowing nod in passing, so it stands to reason he's been a staple for some time. And with his place in the world unchanged— it's time to get back to work. ]
a) [ You can find him perched on a barrel, surrounded by rope of varying hues and thicknesses, twisting lengths of yarn together into strands with the trip of his fingers. Hands-free, of course, the yarn stretched taut from a hook and knitting itself together while held by nothing else at all. ]
b) [ Spot him at just the right time and you might also catch the somewhat furtive approach of a local - on balance a woman, but sometimes a man - who'll slip him a note or step close to murmur in his ear, pressing some coins into his hand before pulling away to disappear back into the milling crowd of the market. ]
GOOD DEEDS
[ There's no rest for the weird, the wonderful or the wicked, and it's been a long time since that first stint after his arrival when Stephen turned his magic to the selfish priority of putting up his own tent - about time he shared the wealth, so to speak. The people of Yancai find their village sinking and approach him to buy some of his wares and Stephen, humble neighborhood ropemaker that he is, puts himself to work.
He has plenty of rope to donate to the cause and the villagers have plenty of lumber, but the job would still be easier with more hands. Having already assured the locals he can handle this pier alone and sent them on their way to carry on with their own business elsewhere, extra hands are currently scarce— so when he catches a glimpse of a fellow off-worlder, he's quick to call for their attention. ]
Hey. [ Pause for acknowledgement, or repetition if he's ignored, and then - ] Do you have a minute?
[ Careful, friend, he says a minute while stood amongst piles of coiled rope and stacked planks and a not even half built pier. ]