Two alleycats stalking round and about each other might have been as wary as the pair; shadow and fire, young and younger, tall and short, but archers both. Amber eyes shifted for a moment, catching sight of orange and flame, and then widened in surprise at the carved gourd that seemed to be watching him. That was too strange, too outlandish, even for this very weird world though... wasn't it?
But all thoughts of what he'd initially come into the bar for were whisked away by the sight of paper and charcoal, even if he was too far away just yet to see what the young woman had been rendering with her artistry. "I... sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt. I just... could you tell me where I could get some of that?" he asked, wary but wistful as he nodded towards her supplies. "Paper and... the charcoal. Pencils." Belatedly, fingers tightening on the strap across his chest that held his quiver as courtesy reasserted itself. "Ah. Sorry. I saw you at the Slag... vald? I don't remember your name though." An admission with a wince and an apologetic bob of his shaggy head.
But all thoughts of what he'd initially come into the bar for were whisked away by the sight of paper and charcoal, even if he was too far away just yet to see what the young woman had been rendering with her artistry. "I... sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt. I just... could you tell me where I could get some of that?" he asked, wary but wistful as he nodded towards her supplies. "Paper and... the charcoal. Pencils." Belatedly, fingers tightening on the strap across his chest that held his quiver as courtesy reasserted itself. "Ah. Sorry. I saw you at the Slag... vald? I don't remember your name though." An admission with a wince and an apologetic bob of his shaggy head.
