Fairspell Meadow this world is too much noise

The silence indicated that he was thinking it over. There was no outright denial of the offer, which boded well for the young witch’s apprentice. The silence didn’t bother him either. While they continued on their path, Stormchaser observed the other man. He cut a powerful figure, seemingly carved from the mountain’s roughest peaks. What more could they ask for? 

At the mention of Qiao, the yearling’s ears perked. The stoneform wished to know what kind of work she might offer. Stormchaser wasn’t keen on giving specifics. He knew better than to speak for the old crone. She’d have his tongue if he made promises without her consent. It was tricky navigating this, so the boy offered to leave it vague. Perhaps mystery could entice the other man. 

She’s always got need for something. Can’t say what exactly. Work’s always good and rewarding, if you’re worried about that. 

A small shrug was given. The stoneform could take it for what it was.