[Lake Lovalus] Fast friends!
Posted: Mon Jun 17, 2024 8:53 pm
Fast friends!
It was a hot trial in Saun and the Lake of Lovalus was offering a peaceful backdrop to the sound of Winston’s hammering as he worked the Ghost Metal into an the shapes that would form his bar stools. In truth, they would be more like tall chairs than stools, with little arm rests that doubled as tables for the smaller patrons that might visit.
Joe floated beside him as Smokie worked the bellows.
He was going to need lots, in all shapes and sizes and it was going to take a fair amount of time too. He stood back, resting his aching muscles for a moment, after several hours of hammering.
It was as his eyes fell from the hot metal that it fell upon a Igalek.
”Hello.” The reply was sweet and simple, as if both the beginning and end of the conversation.
”Can me ‘elp?” Asked the ferret curiously, attempting to resurrect the potential for ongoing conversation.
”Nah, I’m OK, thanks. You carry on.”
Winston surpassed a giggle. There was something defeatingly disarming about the person before him. Like, if given the time, he was certain he’d like him. ”Yuh share? Jost, yuh look like yuh waitin’ far sometin’.”
”I don’t like the way he’s staring at us.” Interjected
Unaware of the conversation going on between the ferret and his Diri, the visitor continued. ”Oh yes. I’m waiting for the bar to open.” He replied with an amiability that seemed to wrap the alchemist in a warm blanket. The Igalek fidgeted slightly, untucking his foot from under his leg and settling again, seemingly in for ‘the long hall’.
Winston beamed. ”Oh! Well, me can whip yuh op some fud, no problem. Jost gimmy…” He was just placing his hammer down as his new friend interrupted, almost urgently.
”No-No! Me nat hungry right now.” He continued to watch… and wait.
”Oooooh-kay. A drink?”
The frog-man shook his head politely. ”No thanks.”
”What’s he WANT?” Queried Joe, not genuinely concerned, but very curious of the strange stranger. ”It’s not just me? It’s weird right? I’m going to get Angela…”
”Not-noh! *ehem*” He blerted as Joe was about to leave and Winston spoke out of tern. The Igek tilted his head slightly, a little confused, but not deterred from his sigil. ”Hehe. Oh kay. Well, me name es Winstaaan, et’s gud tut meetcha.”
The Igalek smiled and nodded, becoming very animated for just a moment before settling back down to wait. ”OH! My name is Gill. We met at the lake the trial you served up all them lovely foods for Faith’s Rememberance.”
”Right! Yus! Af cause. Dat was a gud trial. Me met soh many af yuh lovely kin. ‘ow are yuh finding’ Rharne?”
”Dry.” He said in light hearted jest. The two of them giggled. ”You?”
”So we are NOT bothered about the ferret-stalking toad-man?” Insisted Joe, trying to remind his ward that charm didn’t discount evil.
Continuing on, that two began to chat in Ernest. ”Dat’s probably fair! Hahaha. Well, me nat Fram Rharne eeva… Actually, me nat even Fram Idalas, but me kinda like et ‘ere.”
Gill nodded, still not really moving from his spot, which he had apparently claimed for the foreseeable future. ”Yeah, I heard. That must have been quite a change of pace.” The ferret’s eyebrows rose and he nodded, adopting a ‘damn right’ expression. ”I really love your food though. Makes all the dry air worth the effort.”
The ferret shrugged off the compliment with a polite roll of his shoulders. ”Ah, well me glad yuh like et… But, ef yuh don’t mind me asking’, ef yuh nat watin’ far fun ar drink, eat yuh waiting far de bar far?”
”’bout time you asked…”
With this, his new companion let out a little croak of excitement as he responded. ”Oh, I really want a job! I want to work at the place that serves such great food and so when I heard you were setting up a bar RIGHT HERE. Right on the SHORE of all places! Well, I had to come and apply… But…” He sagged a little, disappointment clear in his expression. ”It’s not open yet… So I’m waiting… For it to open… So I can apply for a job… When it’s open.” He was excited again, as he concluded his statement.
”Nope. Don’t trust it. Evil. Spy. SOMEthing.” Winston chuckled. ”Me like ‘im.” The direi feigned despair. ”Figures.”
”Riiiiiight. Oh-kay.”
”I can stay?”
Winston frowned. ”Noh-noh…” Gill looked sad. ”...Noh. Me mean, yes. Ar, me mean yuh ‘ired.”
Gill looked ecstatic! ”What? REALLY?! But there’s no bar yet?” He asserted, gesturing around them at what was, yes a building, but not yet a working bar.
”Well, me still gat soh moch tuh do yuh see an' me always needin’ tuh be Odda places. Ef yuh would be soo kind as tuh ‘elp meh, den me would be ‘happy tuh ‘ave yuh an board.” He beamed at gill with a delighted expression.
The Igalek exploded into a flurry of excitable movements as he all but tumbled over to his new employer. ”Oh thank you so MUCH! You won’t regret this! I’m great with people. I can serve food, make drinks. I’ve even made a brew or two in my time! Just you wait! We’ll get this place up and running in no time and then I’ll make sure you are the talk of the lake!” All the time, the ferret’s whole upper body shook up and down with the ferocity of the large froggy hand at it shook his.
Whether the chap could live up to those claims or not, if his enthusiasm provided even half of what was needed to succeed, he would be a formidable force.
"How can I help now? What can I do?" He was excited and eagar to something, anything.
"Well, me es makin' dese 'ere Ghost Stools at de moment tuh allow de Ghosts to visit. But me get a meetin' wid de Guild tuh fallow up an and me still need tuh sart out de drink menu..."
The frog both figuratively and physically leapt into action. "Oh! I can do THAT! Leave it with me, I'll sort you out a brew or two and pick yuh some great drinks for the menu. I can organise that guild business to... Can't help with the stool though... Why are you making stools?"
The ferret paused, very happy to have had two fo the three things he had to do taken off his hands, but on clear why the third was being challenged. "Soh we cun serve de ghosts..." He repeated, with polite informative tones.
The frog shook his head in a fact and apologetic way before speaking. "No-no. I mean, why lot's of chairs? When you could just make one bar? If the bar was made out of whatever it is you are doing, then could it not just serve as many people and ghosts as needed?"
The ferret paused. Opened and closed his mouth and then smiled. "Yuh know wat? Me tink yuh already earned a bonus." He said with a giggle and only partly in jest as he set about redesigning the ghost stools into ghost tables. The bar was made using a thin metal inlay that spanned the entire surface of the bartop. Imbued with the usual alchemical rust resistant properties he set about
It ended up taking a 10-trial to get all the tables done. The work on the bar was unnecessarily flamboyant and complex, but all told, it was a work of absolute joy for the ferret, with tables and the bar, with a large area for Tunawans and other small folk, like himself to walk up and order.
There was some complexity surrounding how to get the hologram to appear where the ghost actually was. It was an odd turn around as all other such interventions aimed to project the image somewhere else, but this had to essentially project over the 'holder. It was mostly mind bending rather than difficult as he had spent a lot of time working on refining and aiming his holograms in the past, so with a cheerful tune, he applied the required changes.
He was certain that he would need to probably just dedicate one of the tables as a flooring space onto which small people could simply walk... He glanced at the floor... If only he could wellcraft the ground...
Joe floated beside him as Smokie worked the bellows.
He was going to need lots, in all shapes and sizes and it was going to take a fair amount of time too. He stood back, resting his aching muscles for a moment, after several hours of hammering.
It was as his eyes fell from the hot metal that it fell upon a Igalek.
The silent frog-person looked like he’d been watching for a while
, but who knew how long. ”Oh… ‘ello dere!” Said the friendly Cadouri as his squatting audience's tongue slipped across its lips in a reflexive fashion.”Hello.” The reply was sweet and simple, as if both the beginning and end of the conversation.
”Can me ‘elp?” Asked the ferret curiously, attempting to resurrect the potential for ongoing conversation.
”Nah, I’m OK, thanks. You carry on.”
Winston surpassed a giggle. There was something defeatingly disarming about the person before him. Like, if given the time, he was certain he’d like him. ”Yuh share? Jost, yuh look like yuh waitin’ far sometin’.”
”I don’t like the way he’s staring at us.” Interjected
Joe
telepathically. ”His eyes don’t line up. It’s like only ONE of his eyes is looking at you at any one time.”Unaware of the conversation going on between the ferret and his Diri, the visitor continued. ”Oh yes. I’m waiting for the bar to open.” He replied with an amiability that seemed to wrap the alchemist in a warm blanket. The Igalek fidgeted slightly, untucking his foot from under his leg and settling again, seemingly in for ‘the long hall’.
Winston beamed. ”Oh! Well, me can whip yuh op some fud, no problem. Jost gimmy…” He was just placing his hammer down as his new friend interrupted, almost urgently.
”No-No! Me nat hungry right now.” He continued to watch… and wait.
”Oooooh-kay. A drink?”
The frog-man shook his head politely. ”No thanks.”
”What’s he WANT?” Queried Joe, not genuinely concerned, but very curious of the strange stranger. ”It’s not just me? It’s weird right? I’m going to get Angela…”
”Not-noh! *ehem*” He blerted as Joe was about to leave and Winston spoke out of tern. The Igek tilted his head slightly, a little confused, but not deterred from his sigil. ”Hehe. Oh kay. Well, me name es Winstaaan, et’s gud tut meetcha.”
The Igalek smiled and nodded, becoming very animated for just a moment before settling back down to wait. ”OH! My name is Gill. We met at the lake the trial you served up all them lovely foods for Faith’s Rememberance.”
”Right! Yus! Af cause. Dat was a gud trial. Me met soh many af yuh lovely kin. ‘ow are yuh finding’ Rharne?”
”Dry.” He said in light hearted jest. The two of them giggled. ”You?”
”So we are NOT bothered about the ferret-stalking toad-man?” Insisted Joe, trying to remind his ward that charm didn’t discount evil.
Continuing on, that two began to chat in Ernest. ”Dat’s probably fair! Hahaha. Well, me nat Fram Rharne eeva… Actually, me nat even Fram Idalas, but me kinda like et ‘ere.”
Gill nodded, still not really moving from his spot, which he had apparently claimed for the foreseeable future. ”Yeah, I heard. That must have been quite a change of pace.” The ferret’s eyebrows rose and he nodded, adopting a ‘damn right’ expression. ”I really love your food though. Makes all the dry air worth the effort.”
The ferret shrugged off the compliment with a polite roll of his shoulders. ”Ah, well me glad yuh like et… But, ef yuh don’t mind me asking’, ef yuh nat watin’ far fun ar drink, eat yuh waiting far de bar far?”
”’bout time you asked…”
With this, his new companion let out a little croak of excitement as he responded. ”Oh, I really want a job! I want to work at the place that serves such great food and so when I heard you were setting up a bar RIGHT HERE. Right on the SHORE of all places! Well, I had to come and apply… But…” He sagged a little, disappointment clear in his expression. ”It’s not open yet… So I’m waiting… For it to open… So I can apply for a job… When it’s open.” He was excited again, as he concluded his statement.
”Nope. Don’t trust it. Evil. Spy. SOMEthing.” Winston chuckled. ”Me like ‘im.” The direi feigned despair. ”Figures.”
”Riiiiiight. Oh-kay.”
”I can stay?”
Winston frowned. ”Noh-noh…” Gill looked sad. ”...Noh. Me mean, yes. Ar, me mean yuh ‘ired.”
Gill looked ecstatic! ”What? REALLY?! But there’s no bar yet?” He asserted, gesturing around them at what was, yes a building, but not yet a working bar.
”Well, me still gat soh moch tuh do yuh see an' me always needin’ tuh be Odda places. Ef yuh would be soo kind as tuh ‘elp meh, den me would be ‘happy tuh ‘ave yuh an board.” He beamed at gill with a delighted expression.
The Igalek exploded into a flurry of excitable movements as he all but tumbled over to his new employer. ”Oh thank you so MUCH! You won’t regret this! I’m great with people. I can serve food, make drinks. I’ve even made a brew or two in my time! Just you wait! We’ll get this place up and running in no time and then I’ll make sure you are the talk of the lake!” All the time, the ferret’s whole upper body shook up and down with the ferocity of the large froggy hand at it shook his.
Whether the chap could live up to those claims or not, if his enthusiasm provided even half of what was needed to succeed, he would be a formidable force.
"How can I help now? What can I do?" He was excited and eagar to something, anything.
"Well, me es makin' dese 'ere Ghost Stools at de moment tuh allow de Ghosts to visit. But me get a meetin' wid de Guild tuh fallow up an and me still need tuh sart out de drink menu..."
The frog both figuratively and physically leapt into action. "Oh! I can do THAT! Leave it with me, I'll sort you out a brew or two and pick yuh some great drinks for the menu. I can organise that guild business to... Can't help with the stool though... Why are you making stools?"
The ferret paused, very happy to have had two fo the three things he had to do taken off his hands, but on clear why the third was being challenged. "Soh we cun serve de ghosts..." He repeated, with polite informative tones.
The frog shook his head in a fact and apologetic way before speaking. "No-no. I mean, why lot's of chairs? When you could just make one bar? If the bar was made out of whatever it is you are doing, then could it not just serve as many people and ghosts as needed?"
The ferret paused. Opened and closed his mouth and then smiled. "Yuh know wat? Me tink yuh already earned a bonus." He said with a giggle and only partly in jest as he set about redesigning the ghost stools into ghost tables. The bar was made using a thin metal inlay that spanned the entire surface of the bartop. Imbued with the usual alchemical rust resistant properties he set about
Wellsmithing the Well into the Ghost Metal
. The bar, which presently was mounted across the floor rather than it's final resting place as a counter, would allow any Ghost that touched it to appear as a hologram, with sound, without the need for the use of exhausting ghostly skills. He giggled as he worked, drawing up the circles and glyphs and working his 'magic' into the piece.It ended up taking a 10-trial to get all the tables done. The work on the bar was unnecessarily flamboyant and complex, but all told, it was a work of absolute joy for the ferret, with tables and the bar, with a large area for Tunawans and other small folk, like himself to walk up and order.
There was some complexity surrounding how to get the hologram to appear where the ghost actually was. It was an odd turn around as all other such interventions aimed to project the image somewhere else, but this had to essentially project over the 'holder. It was mostly mind bending rather than difficult as he had spent a lot of time working on refining and aiming his holograms in the past, so with a cheerful tune, he applied the required changes.
He was certain that he would need to probably just dedicate one of the tables as a flooring space onto which small people could simply walk... He glanced at the floor... If only he could wellcraft the ground...
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