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Moriah, the name rolled off her tongue and he was nearly ashamed he had forgotten it. His golden eyes scanned her face as she spoke, while he reached a hand up to scratch at the underside of his jaw.
"Aye, Jason works just fine." He replied with a warm tone, much more mellowed than his hurried apology. "The forge is fine, been busy of late mostly." He said and threw a half side glance back in the direction of his forge, smoke rolling from it's chimney as he could see.
"As I recall you're a castle maiden, what brings you to a market?" He asked her while adjusting his grip on the bloodied tan sack, wrapping the fabric around his hand to contain a grip on it while he stood and chatted with the much smaller female.
Moriah was near a foot and half smaller than him, he knew he was a rather large male but her small size almost gave him a feeling of fear. As if he even looked at her too hard she'd break, which he knew was dumb, she was probably a whole lot tougher than she looked, but to him it was comparing a twig to a tree. Jason dusted one hand off on his thick work pants, which had extra padding to protect his legs from hot iron or sharp tools, not to say Jason had a lot of scars already, but he figured he didn't need anymore.
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Moriah, the name rolled off her tongue and he was nearly ashamed he had forgotten it. His golden eyes scanned her face as she spoke, while he reached a hand up to scratch at the underside of his jaw.
"Aye, Jason works just fine." He replied with a warm tone, much more mellowed than his hurried apology. "The forge is fine, been busy of late mostly." He said and threw a half side glance back in the direction of his forge, smoke rolling from it's chimney as he could see.
"As I recall you're a castle maiden, what brings you to a market?" He asked her while adjusting his grip on the bloodied tan sack, wrapping the fabric around his hand to contain a grip on it while he stood and chatted with the much smaller female.
Moriah was near a foot and half smaller than him, he knew he was a rather large male but her small size almost gave him a feeling of fear. As if he even looked at her too hard she'd break, which he knew was dumb, she was probably a whole lot tougher than she looked, but to him it was comparing a twig to a tree. Jason dusted one hand off on his thick work pants, which had extra padding to protect his legs from hot iron or sharp tools, not to say Jason had a lot of scars already, but he figured he didn't need anymore.