Bramen only gave Dorian a smile, knowing the elf he spoke of. Dalish was a good woman, the Chargers were a good team overall. It would be nice to bring the woman something to remind her of the clan she'd long left behind. Mages never had it easy, even among the Dalish clans, unfortunately. Taehel, however, grimaced a bit, giving another light hum.
"Don't have any ironbark staves made up," he said with a shake of his head, "We've only two mages to our clan, staves aren't in high demand," the man murmured, proceeding to pick up a few of the bone rings, examining the carvings upon them, looking for one that met Dorian's criteria.
"I remember Mihya used to go through staves quicker than our hunters went through arrows," Bramen piped up, giving the craftsmaster a thin smile. The man returned Bramen's glance, though there was a sadness behind his gaze.
"That she did, da'len. Never quite got used to riding while carrying her staff," he said, shaking his head. He offered Dorian one of the rings he'd carved, the ring with intricately carved deer skulls etched into the surface. On closer inspection, each of the skulls appeared connected with a thorny vine, the back of the ring having the image of a rose there. For such a small piece, the precise work on it was impeccable.
"That's one," Taehel said, before he offered up a bracelet, covered i a repeated pattern of deer with skulls on their heads, each biting the other's tail to remain together. Varied lines connected along the edge, creating a diamond-esque pattern.
"Falon'Din is our shepherd, guiding the dead and whispering kind promises in their ear. He promises them no more pain, to not fear their life's end, for he is with them now. He will not let what is dark take what remains of their light. We revere him and his soul, Dirthamen, as deeply as we revere any of our gods."
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Date: 2015-02-23 09:29 pm (UTC)"Don't have any ironbark staves made up," he said with a shake of his head, "We've only two mages to our clan, staves aren't in high demand," the man murmured, proceeding to pick up a few of the bone rings, examining the carvings upon them, looking for one that met Dorian's criteria.
"I remember Mihya used to go through staves quicker than our hunters went through arrows," Bramen piped up, giving the craftsmaster a thin smile. The man returned Bramen's glance, though there was a sadness behind his gaze.
"That she did, da'len. Never quite got used to riding while carrying her staff," he said, shaking his head. He offered Dorian one of the rings he'd carved, the ring with intricately carved deer skulls etched into the surface. On closer inspection, each of the skulls appeared connected with a thorny vine, the back of the ring having the image of a rose there. For such a small piece, the precise work on it was impeccable.
"That's one," Taehel said, before he offered up a bracelet, covered i a repeated pattern of deer with skulls on their heads, each biting the other's tail to remain together. Varied lines connected along the edge, creating a diamond-esque pattern.
"Falon'Din is our shepherd, guiding the dead and whispering kind promises in their ear. He promises them no more pain, to not fear their life's end, for he is with them now. He will not let what is dark take what remains of their light. We revere him and his soul, Dirthamen, as deeply as we revere any of our gods."