Eroan & Tordek

Not long after his nightmare, Eroan seeks out Tordek. He waits until one of their rests, during which the dwarf seems to be tinkering with something or another and sits beside him.

Eroan says nothing, but pulls one of his daggers from it's sheath and begins to care for it. Cleaning, sharpening, and the like. He doesn't know what he can say, so he instead offers himself as an attempt at a comforting presence, selfishly also taking comfort in another's presence, as well.

Tordek is surprised for a second as Eroan sits down but the surprise leaves him fast. He pushes over some oil he had Nero make him. A smile crosses his face as he says, "Nero really knows his stuff, I had no idea gears could turn so smooth."

Eroan is inwardly relieved at seeing Tordek smile, but doesn't outwardly show it. Instead, he sets his blade on a cloth across his own legs and picks up the oil, looking it over for a moment. To his untrained eye, it looks like any other liquid, so he asks, "Is there a special formula he uses for your specific needs?"

"I honestly have no clue, I just asked him if he could work up something since I ran out of what I bought awhile back. He gave me this about a day or so later and I've been using it since. I know my way around gears and metal, but I'll never be able to fully understand how he works potions and chemicals the way he does." He makes a low throaty laugh, "I really do respect his mastery over alchemy. Pushes me to match him with my construct at times."