No, they were hammers. Hammers meant construction, so that was probably where they were doing the construction! Auberon was a bit too happy about his Sherlock homes moment, as it probably wasn't too hard to figure out. Suddenly embarrassed at the people looking at him from his sound of excitement, the redhead blushed and hurried along to what was hopefully the reconstruction site. The mage wasn't the best at carpentry, but he had done a few repairs back home. Times were often tough, and it's not like they could afford to ship a carpenter out there to work.
After rounding a corner, Auberon wiped a bit of dust from his eyes. As the clanging grew louder, the sight of a construction sight came into view. Eyes scanning the scene rapidly, the redhead saw a man wearing an awfully regal outfit for a worker. Shades of purple gilded with gold fluttered in the sea breeze as the reign hammered away. Instead of just blurting out words, Auberon thought carefully just in case this wasn't Reign Valystasia. If it wasn't, the worker would probably just be flattered or something. Sighing quietly at his dumb worrying, he approached the reign. In a semi-unsure tone, he asked.
"Reign Valystasia?"
Calmly, the older man cast a glance over his shoulder, smiling charmingly. Sunlight glimmered off his pearly whites. His face wrinkled slightly as he began to speak, thin chapped lips forming syllables while he continued his work. Auberon bit his lip, waiting for him to strike his thumb with the hammer or something. Swinging one when your eyes weren't look probably wasn't a good idea. Thankfully, the reign somehow sensed his malpractice and ceased his neglectful striking.
"Yep! That's me, in the flesh. I take it you're Auberon, right? They told me that you took my request for aid."
Nodding slightly, Auberon fought the urge to cross his arms over his chest. The air was a bit more chilly than he had dressed for, but he didn't want to seem rude by doing so while in conversation. Goosebumps rose after a shiver went down his spine. At the very least, the smell of the sea was comforting and reminded him dearly of his home. The salt in the air was almost palatable. He held back a cough from the sensation. The flashbacks brought back by the scent were pleasant, scenes of children playing and swimming in and around the tide dancing through his mind.
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