2nd of Summer, 5 1 4 AV
"An apprentice?" Raien asked intrigued and not just a little nervous. At times he tended to make somewhat awkward first impressions. Still, Li had seen through him nearly immediately upon their first meeting. He'd seen through the arrogant facade, and into a heart that strove towards the ways of purity and truth. Hopefully, Guancho had chosen an apprentice with equal insight.
"You know... First you hire me, then you bring this new guy in. One might think you'd found a pot of gold or something..." Raien cracked 'jokes' like this often. Even more frequently when he was in the old Jeweler's presence. He just couldn't figure him out, the man tolerated the half-baked puns without a wince. And yet the young Half-Isur never saw him openly smile. Of course, that could be because it was too dark and his mouth was too wrinkled to pick up any subtle grins that might arise on the his aged and ashen face.
"Not much use a pot of gold. I have three in the back, your outta know that. I did "hire you" to guard them after all. Besides there is no new 'guy'." Raien raised an eyebrow at the man's response. He wasn't insulting him when he talked about the gold... No, it was the fact that he'd contradicted himself that confused Raien. No new guy? Could it be possible, that the reason Raien never saw the man smile. Was simply because he had succumbed to old age and couldn't remember the present long enough to laugh at anything funny?
"But you just sa-" Was the old man smiling? Wait. Had Guancho emphasized the "guy" at the end of his words earlier? how could he have missed it... Still, obvious fumble aside, Raien was beginning to mirror the old man's own growing smirk.
"You hired a woman then." At least now he knew he wasn't spending the majority of his time with a crazy man. Still, Raien suspected if the situation had proven otherwise he'd have stayed on anyway. He'd grown to like the old man, even consider him something of a friend. And if he was truly crazy, what kind of "friend" would he be if he simply left him in a dusty shop alone, one filled with gold and jewels no less? The things that could happen, Raien shivered at the thought.
"Of a sort yes, the diamonds here, as pretty as they may be, aren't really all that talkative. I'd like to light up the shop with both qualities. And now that I've found an excuse..." Raien was only smiling all the more as the old man spoke. Mostly because he was once again breaking through the hard exterior that was Guancho Li and bringing forth the kind man that he called friend.
"I can't believe what I'm hearing... Are you saying I'm not pretty Sir?" Li's smile froze at the unorthodox statement his eyes squinting for a moment, before once more fading to a calm as the man picked up on the sarcasm in Raien's voice.
"Hardly. But you do bring up a good point, perhaps I should fire you and hire only beautiful woman. Or, you could go stand by the door and wait to greet our new friend, like I'm paying you to do." And there he went, his friend was back in the box. Guancho's generation must not have been as liberal as that of some of caravan guard's he'd traveled with had been.
Still, they were the kind of men normal people drank with, Guancho was the kind of man he drank with. Did the old man even drink? Eh, that was beside the point. There was a difference regardless. There were different lines and Raien had just tiptoe'd over one. The old man was probably even embarrassed for him, the Half-Isur realized as he sighed and began walking over to the door.
For a moment he thought of pointing out how he was early, as he always was. And technically wasn't even bein payed at the moment. But his thoughts were cut short at what he saw as he turned around to face the counter. The petching idiot was laughing.
"An apprentice?" Raien asked intrigued and not just a little nervous. At times he tended to make somewhat awkward first impressions. Still, Li had seen through him nearly immediately upon their first meeting. He'd seen through the arrogant facade, and into a heart that strove towards the ways of purity and truth. Hopefully, Guancho had chosen an apprentice with equal insight.
"You know... First you hire me, then you bring this new guy in. One might think you'd found a pot of gold or something..." Raien cracked 'jokes' like this often. Even more frequently when he was in the old Jeweler's presence. He just couldn't figure him out, the man tolerated the half-baked puns without a wince. And yet the young Half-Isur never saw him openly smile. Of course, that could be because it was too dark and his mouth was too wrinkled to pick up any subtle grins that might arise on the his aged and ashen face.
"Not much use a pot of gold. I have three in the back, your outta know that. I did "hire you" to guard them after all. Besides there is no new 'guy'." Raien raised an eyebrow at the man's response. He wasn't insulting him when he talked about the gold... No, it was the fact that he'd contradicted himself that confused Raien. No new guy? Could it be possible, that the reason Raien never saw the man smile. Was simply because he had succumbed to old age and couldn't remember the present long enough to laugh at anything funny?
"But you just sa-" Was the old man smiling? Wait. Had Guancho emphasized the "guy" at the end of his words earlier? how could he have missed it... Still, obvious fumble aside, Raien was beginning to mirror the old man's own growing smirk.
"You hired a woman then." At least now he knew he wasn't spending the majority of his time with a crazy man. Still, Raien suspected if the situation had proven otherwise he'd have stayed on anyway. He'd grown to like the old man, even consider him something of a friend. And if he was truly crazy, what kind of "friend" would he be if he simply left him in a dusty shop alone, one filled with gold and jewels no less? The things that could happen, Raien shivered at the thought.
"Of a sort yes, the diamonds here, as pretty as they may be, aren't really all that talkative. I'd like to light up the shop with both qualities. And now that I've found an excuse..." Raien was only smiling all the more as the old man spoke. Mostly because he was once again breaking through the hard exterior that was Guancho Li and bringing forth the kind man that he called friend.
"I can't believe what I'm hearing... Are you saying I'm not pretty Sir?" Li's smile froze at the unorthodox statement his eyes squinting for a moment, before once more fading to a calm as the man picked up on the sarcasm in Raien's voice.
"Hardly. But you do bring up a good point, perhaps I should fire you and hire only beautiful woman. Or, you could go stand by the door and wait to greet our new friend, like I'm paying you to do." And there he went, his friend was back in the box. Guancho's generation must not have been as liberal as that of some of caravan guard's he'd traveled with had been.
Still, they were the kind of men normal people drank with, Guancho was the kind of man he drank with. Did the old man even drink? Eh, that was beside the point. There was a difference regardless. There were different lines and Raien had just tiptoe'd over one. The old man was probably even embarrassed for him, the Half-Isur realized as he sighed and began walking over to the door.
For a moment he thought of pointing out how he was early, as he always was. And technically wasn't even bein payed at the moment. But his thoughts were cut short at what he saw as he turned around to face the counter. The petching idiot was laughing.