He didn't do anything, we just wanted to talk to him!
[Momiji eagerly bounds along just a half-step behind, and, when Fionn mentions the picture, he hops forward to offer it up to the blacksmith. (Fionn referring to him as "the detective" makes him brighten several shades from "cheery" to "positively radiant.")]
I'm with Particularly Good Finders, and he came by our office asking for help? So, we just wanted to see if he'd been by recently--that's him, right?
[The smith stares down at the doodle for a moment, scoffs, and then presses it back into Momiji's hand. There's obvious recognition, at least, but also an immediate, guarded look.
"Aye, that's Suileach. Used to pay him to help haul in coal and steel or pitch in with tempering--with that frost breath of his. Haven't let him around in here in ages, though."]
...oh. [Momiji frowns. The dragon had definitely been by Finders before then, so--] Is it okay if we ask why not?
["Wasn't safe to have indoors," the smith huffs bluntly. "Always had a temper, but he started picking fights with the lads every time he'd come in, snapping at ya over nothing. Ended up freezing the damn forge solid, one time--figured he was getting the Cwyld, like as not."
"They turn fast, dragons."]
...oh. [Momiji's radiance has quickly started to dim. Whether the smith is right or not, that's not a promising start to their search...] Um, do you know where he works now, instead?
["I wouldn't know about work--think Florian down the street let him take the back room in his place, though. Alchemist's shop, down on the corner over that way."]
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[Momiji eagerly bounds along just a half-step behind, and, when Fionn mentions the picture, he hops forward to offer it up to the blacksmith. (Fionn referring to him as "the detective" makes him brighten several shades from "cheery" to "positively radiant.")]
I'm with Particularly Good Finders, and he came by our office asking for help? So, we just wanted to see if he'd been by recently--that's him, right?
[The smith stares down at the doodle for a moment, scoffs, and then presses it back into Momiji's hand. There's obvious recognition, at least, but also an immediate, guarded look.
"Aye, that's Suileach. Used to pay him to help haul in coal and steel or pitch in with tempering--with that frost breath of his. Haven't let him around in here in ages, though."]
...oh. [Momiji frowns. The dragon had definitely been by Finders before then, so--] Is it okay if we ask why not?
["Wasn't safe to have indoors," the smith huffs bluntly. "Always had a temper, but he started picking fights with the lads every time he'd come in, snapping at ya over nothing. Ended up freezing the damn forge solid, one time--figured he was getting the Cwyld, like as not."
"They turn fast, dragons."]
...oh. [Momiji's radiance has quickly started to dim. Whether the smith is right or not, that's not a promising start to their search...] Um, do you know where he works now, instead?
["I wouldn't know about work--think Florian down the street let him take the back room in his place, though. Alchemist's shop, down on the corner over that way."]