After performing at Poursworth’s and getting some sleep, Orpheus decided that the best way to spend their first full day in Birlik’s Rest was to explore the city.
As they walked, they decided that retracing their steps to the tavern last night would be a good starting—
“Oh! That’s good to know, thank you…”
They’re running out of reasons to still be standing here, but at the same time, they don’t want to leave. Despite Flynt being a complete stranger to them, Orpheus feels comfortable talking to him. So here they are. Hoping he can take—
Flynt reconsidered for a moment, pulling a face that looked like he was looking at some kind of invisible map of the city between them.
“That does narrow it down. Try Poursworths. They have a deal with the Restwell, sometimes they let bards put on a show for boarding.”
They stood for a moment, trying to take in all that information at once. That’s a lot of options.
“I should probably start with one of the smaller places, then, just to get my footing. Do you know if any of these venues also have lodging?”
“Well, the city stays busy and there’s plenty of people that want to kick back and be entertained after a long days work.”
Steadying the spiral with his thumb, he began to press his middle and ring finger down into the spiral so that it took on a concave shape for a gem to >>
“Stuck? No, nothing like that. I’m just seeing how stable the market is for performers here, before I figure out where to settle.”
Their eyes are stuck on his hands now, fascinated by his work.
“You’re not stuck here, are you?” he finally drew his hand back to pick up a pair of pliers and wind a length of copper from the counter into a spiral.
“No, I don’t think so. I’ll be in town for a while, so you’re welcome to take your time on it. I’m not leaving anytime soon.”
Their eyes kept flicking between Flynt’s own and his hands. Gods, they hope he doesn’t notice…
“Ehh.. might be better to pay when you pick it up, with this kinda thing. The enchantment can take a night or two.” He made a note on some paper, then used the stone they picked to weigh it down before looking up at them.
“Do you have like.. a certain day you need this by?”
They let out a small sigh of relief that he hadn’t picked up on what they meant.
“Yeah, that would be great.”
They stood there for a moment, the silence comfortable, somehow.
“Umm, how much do I owe you?”
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“Yeah! I get it. I always feel calmer when I’m here…” he looked around at his workshop, smiling at the furnace and benches that had become more of a home than the place he grew up.
“Does something that would help with performance in general sound good?”
“I can mask it pretty well sometimes, when it’s a smaller group around me. But there’s something calming about being here…”
They realized what they had said, quickly adding, “it must be the warmth of the fire!” to try and recover it.
“You? Anxious?” He raised an eyebrow.
“You don’t seem anxious. Didn’t have any trouble talking to me, at least. A mysterious stranger….” He winked as he set them onto the counter and began reaming them.
“It’ll take time, but think I can find something to help you with that.”
“This will probably sound dumb, but… something that’ll make me less anxious in crowds, more confident. I don’t really have stage fright or anything, but the moment I’m off the stage? I’m constantly worrying. I wanna feel better about talking to others.”
He moved something on top of the cart; a curious chest that seemed to have layers of compartments inside. The one he opened, which could only be described as a ‘WIP Space’ had a selection of stones and rough gems littering the wood.
“I’ve got some quartz, marble and turquoise>>
“Oh!” He looked at his hand, the burn already being dispelled, “you didn’t have to.. well, thanks.”
He crossed the workspace to pull a cart up to the counter.
“Earrings… come over to this side, yeah?”
Quickly, they cast Healing Word, knowing that the burns from that would be a nightmare to keep working with without treatment.
“Earrings. I don’t really have a design in mind, though. Any ideas?”
“Welcome, Enchanted, I’m Flynt.” He casually leaned on his bench, he’s got a few seconds before he realizes what he’s just put his hand in.
“Oh- what /is/ your name then?”
He turns around, and Orpheus immediately can’t take his eyes off of the shopkeep’s own, such a striking blue.
“Yes. Enchanted. I’m— I mean, it should be enchanted.”
“Earrings might be a good bet, but if you want to be attuned to something with-” as he left the iron in the pot and turned to actually face the client, his words halted in his throat.
“Enchanting…” he said as he took in the half elf; how the sunlight danced in their hazel >>
The gears in his head are turning. He picks up the shaft of metal he was hammering and sticks it in a pot of water to cool.
“Depends on what you play, I guess. A bracelet could get in the way of some instruments, right?”
He blinked.. a customer, a guest??
He calmly pulls the metal off the heat and sets it aside.
“Hey! Yes, I usually do more.. practical stuff. There’s not much room to display it, but yes. I have jewelry. What are you looking for?”