[He'd found a place to stay for the night (he still can't quite wrap his mind around the not needing money thing), but it still feels far too exposed for his liking. People had told him that there was magic here and, well, he can't help but feel a little like a target.
The shop does actually have some yarn that he can use, and once that's acquired, he retreats to a place of comfort and safety otherwise known as the library. A quiet corner isn't hard to find, and he settles down there, tentatively trying to weave at least a rudimentary ward that'll last the night.
It's hard work and honestly, the distraction of someone muttering to themself, especially such interesting things, is kind of welcome.
It's not happening.
After a few minutes more, he shoves most of the yarn into his pocket, keeping a few threads on hand, and stands up, heading round to the woman's table.]
You sound like you're researching something interesting.
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The shop does actually have some yarn that he can use, and once that's acquired, he retreats to a place of comfort and safety otherwise known as the library. A quiet corner isn't hard to find, and he settles down there, tentatively trying to weave at least a rudimentary ward that'll last the night.
It's hard work and honestly, the distraction of someone muttering to themself, especially such interesting things, is kind of welcome.
It's not happening.
After a few minutes more, he shoves most of the yarn into his pocket, keeping a few threads on hand, and stands up, heading round to the woman's table.]
You sound like you're researching something interesting.