Chachan seemed pretty glad that Zhara had caught John before he skittered off. He had been wrapping up his work with the Elezen woman and he might've been halfway to Black Brush or something by the time he had been able to say anything. He took but an extra moment to tuck the gil into one of his many pockets before turning to address the male Miqo'te more directly.
"A wand, huh?" he began, scratching at a cheek idly with a gloved finger. "Well, um... tha's a bit outta me specialty range, but if'n ya jus' wanna know what it's made'a, I can give it a shot. I can't quite promise nothin', though, y'know? 'less it's made'a metal."
He glanced over to Jana, who was technically next in line.
"Um, ya dun mind if'n I take a quick peek at it, d'ya? Should only be a moment, I figger, 'n then I can get ta re-balancin' 'n shinin' up yer hora."
"A wand, huh?" he began, scratching at a cheek idly with a gloved finger. "Well, um... tha's a bit outta me specialty range, but if'n ya jus' wanna know what it's made'a, I can give it a shot. I can't quite promise nothin', though, y'know? 'less it's made'a metal."
He glanced over to Jana, who was technically next in line.
"Um, ya dun mind if'n I take a quick peek at it, d'ya? Should only be a moment, I figger, 'n then I can get ta re-balancin' 'n shinin' up yer hora."
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