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As they walked, Daelin said nothing really, but there was this awkward, tense silence that fell upon the two of them. He took his own breath and just rubbed at his neck, tugging on the strands of hair that were getting way too long for his liking. He needed to get the coin for a cut badly. Hopefully following this one would actually lead him somewhere he could work for a couple of days. Something steady for now sounded good.

When they got there, Daelin tried to look like he was thankful.

"...That's fine. This is.. more than enough." Why did accepting help make him feel like he looked weak? Daelin wasn't weak. He might be a bit skinny, but the kid definitely had some muscle.

"I often work with blacksmiths. Do you think there's a blacksmith here that'd let me work?"

An introduction from someone he'd just met. Daelin didn't make the face he wanted to, and just gave a curt nod.

"You know them better than I do," he said after a moment. As much as he didn't want to have someone else talk for him, a lot of locals didn't like talking to the new people. "...Just.. Say I'm really hard working. I'm not looking for much. I know what I'm doing." He'd made swords, repaired armor, stitched leather work, but he really enjoyed working with red-hot metal.

When Isaris told him someone would actually take him on, Daelin looked like a weight was lifted off his shoulders. He stood a bit taller, showing his height and the muscle he had packed on over the years and nodded to the other.

"...Thank you," he said after a minute, staring at the other male. And with that, he went to sit with the other to share a meal. He'd work it off. That's all there was to it. Working off a debt immediately was a lot better than owing and having someone track him down to collect later in life when it was an inconvenience for him.