The smith noted his client's initial expression with a rare measure of anxiety. Sauv expected the man to treat this creation with welcome fervor and instead found something else. Surely it was not dissatisfaction but neither wholly embraced.
Sauv made to inquire but suddenly a performance was...
Sauv stood at the gates to his own workshop entirely nonplussed. He'd not taken to the Conductor's enthusiasm and likely never would. Especially at hours entirely too early for the smith's liking. Heavy purses, however, smoothed wrinkles as well as any Maltian remedy. The stavesmith still...
A stack of scrolls tumbled to the floor as the piercing ray of the day's light struck the stavesmith's eyes. Late had he worked into the eve and later still the night before. The etching of runes was no simple matter and required immense concentration of which little could compare. It'd been...
All were on deck but that made for small comfort among the ensuing chaos. It was abundantly clear that this particular intervention hadn't been anticipated. Luckily the captain was quick to act, especially having nearly been skewered by...something. Sauv hadn't got a clear look but it certainly...
Mayhem descended and Sauv wasn't sure that rogue pluck could stem the tide. Thus he'd little hesitation when it came to the captain's order to depart. The smith pulled himself onto the first crate as others bandied steel. Knowing when to take a step back was only natural, much like the ebb of...
"No, in fact, I haven't."Probably because Sauv wasn't a sky-crazed gallivanting degenerate. Plus he suspected his idea of an affair was entirely different from the captain. Best to avoid any comparisons lest he drag himself into the muck.
The sound of the ship's engines was welcome but still...
Sauvignon was retching up what was left of his dinner while others worked on securing the new cargo. It turns out he was not suited for suicidal aerial maneuvers. A lesson well-learned and hopefully never repeated. He'd regurgitated rather quietly as subterfuge was the task at hand. The...
Sculpter of Yew
There is an intimate connection between weaver and catalyst. A symbiotic dependency of which their very existence resides. This may not ring true for the gifted but what of the rest? Enter Sauv and his ilk. Artisans who seek to help others achieve their true potential...
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