"Well I ought to be honoured to be the first to make the comparison" he teased and grinned. When Varlum had complimented her company he had meant it, she was a pleasure to spend time with. Maybe her future didn't lie in a forge, maybe she'd discover it didn't end up anywhere close to what she expected it to. But more important than any of that was now. What she was doing, throwing herself into everything to try and learn, finding herself. Varlum knew firsthand how hard that could be. Starting as a small-time Smith and being abducted out of Ivorian, kidnapped and beat, having to fight in a way he hadn't before. He'd seen wars up close and personal - but this was different. All of this was different. Yet he had adapted, at least he thought he had.
At her joke of a high tea Varlum couldn't help but smirk. "I wouldn't know, can't say I get invited to those. Something about bad table manners" he teased back, before glancing to the metal being shaped. It wasn't the worst shaping he'd seen, but perhaps the Forge took a little more than just a few hammer swings to get used to. Immortals knew Varlum had been working in one for a long time before ending up where he was now. It had taken a long time for him to get truly used to making his own weapons. Now he could craft with some ease, but it was still a relatively new territory for him. Perhaps the two of them would find more comfort outside of a forge rather than in it.
Once she'd made good progress and pointed out the bumps kept coming, Varlum chuckled. "I think it's safe to say we did enough here" he nodded, gesturing another one of the Smiths over. "Try to recover it if you can, I promise she didn't do too much damage" he teased, taking Elisa outside the forge and to the outside of Storm's Edge, glancing up at the sun. "You got anything else to do today? I'm thinking of resting after some food. If you'd care to join me and can forgive my poor table manners, that is."
"That work for you?"
At her joke of a high tea Varlum couldn't help but smirk. "I wouldn't know, can't say I get invited to those. Something about bad table manners" he teased back, before glancing to the metal being shaped. It wasn't the worst shaping he'd seen, but perhaps the Forge took a little more than just a few hammer swings to get used to. Immortals knew Varlum had been working in one for a long time before ending up where he was now. It had taken a long time for him to get truly used to making his own weapons. Now he could craft with some ease, but it was still a relatively new territory for him. Perhaps the two of them would find more comfort outside of a forge rather than in it.
Once she'd made good progress and pointed out the bumps kept coming, Varlum chuckled. "I think it's safe to say we did enough here" he nodded, gesturing another one of the Smiths over. "Try to recover it if you can, I promise she didn't do too much damage" he teased, taking Elisa outside the forge and to the outside of Storm's Edge, glancing up at the sun. "You got anything else to do today? I'm thinking of resting after some food. If you'd care to join me and can forgive my poor table manners, that is."
"That work for you?"
