The boy snorted at her evasiveness. A personal project! Ewan never had much patience for secretive scholars; as if he'd want to steal anyone's ideas! Not to mention it was putting something into practice that posed the real challenge. "I'm Ewan ap Rhys." He had a reputation in some circles. For being brash and putting his foot in his mouth. Also for turning himself into a child. He drifted nearer the halfling to read over his shoulder, bouncing with excitement "Wow! That's a real good drawing! It looked like the peat bog variant you can see the spiny crests and-!"
Niamh herself had found another tome with Armand's name on it. The first author, however, was Wylam Tulathyl. He was a notorious warlock operating along the Adelan border, known for raiding dragon burial grounds to reanimate the remains. "I have another here. Recovered it myself, actually, in another life." She was standing behind them, having not made a single sound. The book was bound in dragonhide.
The assassin's gaze narrowed as she approached the pair. Bothering customers, and giving away free and dubious magical advice, were rather bad for business. "If you're done your chores for the day why don't you give our guest's mule a good brushing, if she'd prefer? I think she rather wants to make her purchase and get on the road..."
The boy flushed a little, looking toward the door with a sigh. "But-" He would much rather see what this was all about.
Niamh herself had found another tome with Armand's name on it. The first author, however, was Wylam Tulathyl. He was a notorious warlock operating along the Adelan border, known for raiding dragon burial grounds to reanimate the remains. "I have another here. Recovered it myself, actually, in another life." She was standing behind them, having not made a single sound. The book was bound in dragonhide.
The assassin's gaze narrowed as she approached the pair. Bothering customers, and giving away free and dubious magical advice, were rather bad for business. "If you're done your chores for the day why don't you give our guest's mule a good brushing, if she'd prefer? I think she rather wants to make her purchase and get on the road..."
The boy flushed a little, looking toward the door with a sigh. "But-" He would much rather see what this was all about.