As Cleon dismissed what Crylon was asking about, the Isur was starting to believe the man was not understanding what he was asking about. Did he think there was some other aspect to the curse? One he did not any longer want to speak on? That seemed to be the most logical case, that or the man had truly misspoken to Crylon and it had not been an issue in translation but him confusing his words to the Isur... Tide waved to Cleon as he was greeted, a grand and jovial personality being his standard response. While he was quite tiny even compared to the Isur, he had a habit of seeming larger than life. However he playfully frowned at the man and shook a tiny finger before responding. "Haven't seen my kind? No no no, I am a unique being, one of a kind, there is no other like Tideon Wavemoon! No more than there is another you wandering around!" Crylon, not upset that Cleon was talking to Tide looked at the living statue when the topic of boat building came up. Since the tiny man was the one who had instructed him in the bit he knew about building boats, he knew the statue knew some things about the topic. "I know this and that about building a ship, so perhaps I could assist. In fact I'm the one who taught Crylon here when he first tried his hand. Maybe the next one he does will actually float... " Shrugging mutely Crylon looked at Cleon in such a way as to try to convey agreement while also saying -'well what can you do'- or as much as such a thing could be conveyed in a look. Tide however did not seem to be done, and once more put in his 2 copper mizas. "If you don't have a boat, surely people still fish, right? Why not try the docks or something, all we need is a rod and some bait and I can show you how its done easy enough." While the tiny man did not outright fight against other things or argue, he did seem more keenly focused on things related to Laviku's domain than anything else. Fishing, boat building, sailing, and such. Of course since he knew Crylon had little to no interest in sailing or going out on a boat... That left building boats and fishing from shore, something he often brought up. At the query on the wood Crylon shook his head. “Ah, no... I keep tools for build, but not material for build. Though have hammer, axe, saw, thing like.” While the greater bit of his tools were in a large trunk, he still kept his simpler building tools and kit in his bag which meant he usually had at least the most basic tools needed for building. Crylon was a bit confused as to the mans intent. From what he said earlier it seemed Cleon wanted to use driftwood, but now he seemed intent on purchasing it. Had he changed his mind, or simply forgotten? When he saw Cleon trying to work something off of the ground he pitched in with his arms, hefting up the weight with a surprising amount of strength compared to the weaker humans normal muscle. If course being an Isur his blessed limb was at least twice as strong as a normal mans, though only in that single limb. When it seemed the man wanted to hear Crylon's thoughts on it the Isur shrugged, not sure how this related to their earlier plans. Was the man just bad at planning? Or was he shifting ideas and going from bit to bit? “Uh... Well, maybe carve, but say want case, box, thing? Not sure how do this. Sculpture, carve, maybe. Box, no. Need... Processed wood, planks, nails, make that.” Did the man just not understand wood? Perhaps that was it... Driftwood was perhaps good for certain things, but for this? A box? No. In the end Crylon followed along, noting their path as they did. They moved in this direction going from the commons... Out this way... By this... And ended up here, where the mill was. Noting this mentally he set this aside, sure he would end up going there again some day. Then he was surprised once more when the man put him on the spot, asking him how much would they needed. Crylon tried to do some quick math, but was unsure on the size and so ended up with a very rough estimate... A square about the size of his torso... So perhaps two feet by two feet... Four square feet... Times six since a box had six sides, was twenty four square feet. They like would not need that much wood, but without more info he could not estimate much better. “Uh, not sure... Rough estimate on... That... But... Say... Box, twenty four square feet each? Each box. Also need nails. Hinge, things, if want open. Otherwise make crate. Hard be closer, not have more information.” Seeing as he had seen fully built chests before of varying sizes, including ones larger than that, and they had been much cheaper, he was fairly certain this was not the most effective method of doing things, but was unsure how to broach the topic. WC: 887 |