Eanos nodded thoughtfully at the answer for it seemed that the young man was not as much of a wastrel as he'd come to assume for he had a job and held to his god, both attributes which raised him upwards in the Isurs estimation.
"That sounds a challenging occupation," he said, truthfully for it seemed to be a rather vague means of making a living unlike metalwork where quality was relatively easily tested. "Tell me," his curiosity was once more reasserting itself and since now the subject was business, his enthusiasm was much more obvious, "I know little about horses I will admit for they are rare in the mountains of my home, but is there much call for metalwork in what you do?" It was not as obvious a sales pitch as it might have sounded, for his mind was thinking ahead to the day when he'd be able to craft djed as well as metal, but he knew well enough to appeal to the mans expertise in order to solicit an answer.