Merrey ferrets
Winston smiled apologetically. "A craft es nat a prablem, with materials gained from my own sources an' de full extent af me magical talents are yars, Mr Woe Sir, please don't misunderstand. Jost nat DESE sheps, made af DESE tings." He pause for just a moment to let that statement have it's own moment in the conversation before adding... "Bot me cun equip a small craft wid no sails wid propulsion an' somet'ing tu let yuh breath unda watta en case af emergencies." He offered as a starting point.
As Woe described Soz's attributes, the ferret, still a little cautious, nodded happily. "Really? Dat fast? Wow. Me nat really tested de speed af a ting flying yet... Nat really." He thought of his (thus far failing) flight experiments. "Et wud be very interesting tu see 'ow yuh deal wid de wind at high speeds some trial. Learning fram an expart soch as yuhself wud be a great hanar." Winston was still openly unclear with regard to the level of intelligence these kinds of creatures possessed. According to rumor, Dragons were highly intelligent and spoke freely, but he had not yet encountered a dragonling that could speak... He was still not willing to take the risk that he might insult something so large and so capable of eating him.
He bowed to the great breast, performing a crips and well practiced fold at his center.
As they passed the fence, he looked over his craftsmanship with a very critical eye. "We really should get dem touched-up far yuh. Per'aps me cun get Cho tuh come and look at et far yuh? He's a very talented young man, me apprentice, an' me share we cun bring dem up to de new Winsataan's Works standard."
As they entered the brewery, Winston's anticipation began to rise again. He'd used the previous tea Woe had shared with him so often it might be scandalous and he longed to learn a few more tricks. Admiring the bottle closely, he asked of it's origins. "Yuh collecshun keeps growing. Es et sometin' dat es bringing yuh joy?" He was genuinely interested to know what Woe liked. The man was someone he'd know longer than a number of others in his life, but always still felt quite distant from. Perhaps it was just Woe's way... Perhaps Winston just didn't try hard enough... If it was the latter, he'd remedy this right away.
He slipped down to the table-top to enjoy his drink, taking a slow and even breath inwards. "MMmmmmmm... Yeh, mun. De leman an' mint really coms trough..." He took a sip and then giggled. "Wow. Yeh, dere es de cloves." He smaked his lips as the strong flavour washed over his pallet.
As the soon-to-be-ex Egg of Egilrun set out his promise and filled the Smith in on his intentions, the Ferret let out a little pout. It was more 'thoughtful' then 'sulky', intended to portray that he cared, thought it was a shame it didn't work out for him, but understood that it might be what's best... It was a complex pout, but a widely used one nonetheless. "Well, all business aside, ef dere es anyting me cun do tuh 'elp yuh out wid dat, yuh jost let me know. And don't worry, me will nat menshun et tuh anyone." If it was a deception on Woe's part, that went totally over the ferret's head. "Does being Egg no langa bring yuh joy? Cus we shud only do tings dat bring os joy."
Sitting back a little, relaxing into the drink, the conversation and the table, he considered the name for a moment. "Hmmmm... Special Reserve? What about when yuh make yuh next one? Me made dat wid me 'ealin' Chews. Cho says me name tings like an illiterate tree-year-old, bot wat about somet'ing like 'Egg-lemon'? Ar someting mar abstract, like 'Eglint'? Like Egg, Lemon and Mint..." He smiled, obviously very aware that his ideas might well be ridiculous, despite being put forward with genuine intent. "Et tastes reaaaaly nice, doh. Gat a bit af 'appy in every sup." He observed, taking another sip himself before chuckling. "Dat cud be yuh tag line an de battal."
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