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[magitrap]

This valley is oddly peaceful, isn't it - compared to a lot of places I've - and a lot here, I'd think - come from.

[ What a way to begin a message to everybody. But, really, Cid needed something to begin his proposal with. ]

If you have any gems or rocks, I can turn them into jewelry - enhanced with Magitek or not. I brought my tools with me - but I will also need some payment. Upkeep isn't free, and I don't have the Ironworks to absorb the costs.

Also, a question: for those of you who are able to use magic, does it still work in this realm?

- Cid tol Garlond.

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[magitrap]

That'll be fine.

That's-- damned impressive. The only ones I've seen with holy magic are pure healers - I'd like to see your magic. It'd count as payment.

[littlehero]

Very well. When and where shall I meet with you?

[magitrap]

I'll head into town - any time is good for me. Meet me in the plaza - ah.

[ Cid sends a picture of himself, because: ] This is what I look like.

[littlehero]

Oh, that's very helpful. I haven't discovered how to do that, but you'll want to look for a blond boy who's a little on the short side. That's me. I'll head out shortly.

-Seere.

[...A little on the short side. Sure, that's one way to put it. He's about as tall as any first-grader, and looks just as old. The thing that stands out most about this lost-looking child roaming the plaza, besides the commanding way he carries himself, are the intricate black markings covering his arms and neck where clothing doesn't.

It takes him a few minutes of people-watching before he spots the man from the photo, and he waves an arm high over his head as he approaches.]

Excuse me! You're the jewelsmith, aren't you? Cid tol Garlond? [Is he saying that right? He hopes so.]

[magitrap]

[ Cid went to wait, and he gives a soft wave when he sees the boy. ]

That's me. You a Lalafell, Seere? [ He asks - though this seems more like a child-looking being. Either way, he's going to be respectful. ]

[littlehero]

Lalafell... I've never heard the term before. [Which is why he doesn't deny it flat-out just yet. Could be another word for 'human' for all he knows.]

[magitrap]

They're-- your place doesn't have them? They're little people, about the size of a child. But far more dangerous. Like small wolves who never learned to stay their teeth.

[littlehero]

Oh. Gnomes.

[Boy is he in for a surprise if an actual Lalafell shows up.]

No, don't worry about that! Physically, I'm no different from any other human child. Just one that can no longer grow.

[But never mind that! He fishes around in the satchel at his side for a smooth lump of turquoise that fits comfortably in the palm of his hand.]