Nathaniel 'Creepster Hermit' Porter (techmech) wrote in emillion,
The galley was too small for chairs, so Nate leant back against the wall, holding his mug in both hands. It was cooler up here, above the muggy heat of the city in the summer, so the warm coffee felt good as he drank. "You heal?" he asked. He'd spent enough time in a number of the scattered city clinics to have a healthy respect for medics.
"I've not met her in person yet," he admitted. "We have people in common." He couldn't imagine that she wouldn't know Vivi, to start with, and most of the guild knew Cian at least in passing.
Arielle. It was a pretty name, but if she didn't want it used, he could respect that. Nate pulled a face as she correctly identified his full name. "Faram, no, not even my ma calls me that still." Vivi was the only one who got away with it, because no one told Vivi what to do.
"Not much to it, really," he replied. "Apprenticed young to a smith, found I had a gift to working with my hands, got into gadgetry and never looked back." It really was that simple. Well, mostly. "I'd wager yours is more interesting?" People tended to ask questions they liked to answer, at least in conversation.