Brithael was... less than helpful regarding the situation at hand than Chachanji would've liked. As the Au Ra observed the two smiths conversing, she'd find that the Hyur made mention of the twin blades, but would get caught up in mentioning all the changes and adjustments Ayaka had requested of them. The Guildmaster, to his credit, tried to put a positive spin on the situation and present all the work they had done in a joking manner, but - to someone who had worked with the man on numerous occasions - it was somewhat obvious to the Lalafell that Brithael was reaching his wit's end. He had even been able to tell over the initial linkpearl conversation that had brought him here, though the underlying exasperation seemed so much more intense in person. The Hyur's relief was almost palpable as the little Doman nodded in understanding and tapped a closed fist to his chest, reassuring the man that he had the situation handled before turning to address the client herself.
"Ah, yeah, hallo hallo," the Lalafell responded with a smile and another nod of his green-haired head, albeit a bit awkwardly. He hadn't been sure if she was going to default to Eorzean or Doman, having dealt with clients from his homeland who had done both in nearly equal measure depending on their confidence with the language or even just preference. As such, it was always a bit of a hurdle at first meeting to figure out which tongue would be utilized for their conversation. His next words were more confident with that overcome: "'n yeah, tha's me. 've worked on repairin' 'n adjustin' me fair share'a Doman blades, so hopefully we can figger this out 'n get ya somethin' yer happy wit."
"Chachanji Gegenji, nice ta meetcha." Her bow was returned with a Doman greeting of the Lalafell's own - done with a practiced ease and grace that belied his stout form. "'n I'll do me absolute best. On me honor as a Gegenji."
With introductions exchanged, he quickly fell back into a more relaxed posture and a gentle smile that all seemed rather natural for the small fellow. He looked ready to speak more, but it was interrupted by Brithael's return. The Guildmaster had slipped away at some point during the introductions, and the reason why was made quite clear once he was back. In his gloved hands he held a package that was almost certainly Ayaka's ongoing project, and he all but shoved the thing into the Lalafell's own gloved grip - more than happy to be rid of this particular headache. A few quick words about how busy he was and reassurances to the Raen that Chachanji would have this situation handled in a jiffy, and the Hyur was quick to retreat back into the smoke and fire of the forges. Which, of course, elicited a bit of an awkward little chuckle from the Dunesfolk himself.
"A-ah, well... seems like ya've really been givin' them all a run'round." He shifted the package under one arm. "So, I wanna get a good look at these in a good light, 'n it'd prolly be better ta talk 'bout whatcha want done away from all th' work goin' on in 'ere anyroad. So, um... wanna move ta th' bridges outside'a 'ere? Or someplace else more fittin' fer havin' a talk?"
"Ah, yeah, hallo hallo," the Lalafell responded with a smile and another nod of his green-haired head, albeit a bit awkwardly. He hadn't been sure if she was going to default to Eorzean or Doman, having dealt with clients from his homeland who had done both in nearly equal measure depending on their confidence with the language or even just preference. As such, it was always a bit of a hurdle at first meeting to figure out which tongue would be utilized for their conversation. His next words were more confident with that overcome: "'n yeah, tha's me. 've worked on repairin' 'n adjustin' me fair share'a Doman blades, so hopefully we can figger this out 'n get ya somethin' yer happy wit."
"Chachanji Gegenji, nice ta meetcha." Her bow was returned with a Doman greeting of the Lalafell's own - done with a practiced ease and grace that belied his stout form. "'n I'll do me absolute best. On me honor as a Gegenji."
With introductions exchanged, he quickly fell back into a more relaxed posture and a gentle smile that all seemed rather natural for the small fellow. He looked ready to speak more, but it was interrupted by Brithael's return. The Guildmaster had slipped away at some point during the introductions, and the reason why was made quite clear once he was back. In his gloved hands he held a package that was almost certainly Ayaka's ongoing project, and he all but shoved the thing into the Lalafell's own gloved grip - more than happy to be rid of this particular headache. A few quick words about how busy he was and reassurances to the Raen that Chachanji would have this situation handled in a jiffy, and the Hyur was quick to retreat back into the smoke and fire of the forges. Which, of course, elicited a bit of an awkward little chuckle from the Dunesfolk himself.
"A-ah, well... seems like ya've really been givin' them all a run'round." He shifted the package under one arm. "So, I wanna get a good look at these in a good light, 'n it'd prolly be better ta talk 'bout whatcha want done away from all th' work goin' on in 'ere anyroad. So, um... wanna move ta th' bridges outside'a 'ere? Or someplace else more fittin' fer havin' a talk?"
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