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[attr="class","maintex"]In truth, he wasn't expecting to be helped today.

Seron had fully prepared himself to perhaps be a little embarrassed about his situation of having to return so many years later for a new broom, yet nevertheless collect whatever the older male asked of him before taking his leave quietly. He hadn't anticipated someone else being here at the same time looking for the same work. It was not that he minded as such, but time to himself had been rare as of late, and an hour or so being spent simply gathering wood in the nearby forest without a single soul around had sounded rather appealing when he'd first set out. Besides doing so simply for the need of gaining an easier mode of transportation around Clover of course. Still with that possibility now thrown out the window, his attention settled on the other following behind the elderly male into the room. One thing stuck out more then most.

He seemed terribly uneasy.

While he waited patiently for the elderly gentleman to re-enter the room proper, it was not difficult to observe the younger man out of the corner of his eye. First in the manner he seemed almost at ease in a place like this, one who much preferred the more simple pleasures of life? Possibly. But it was not something anyone could be certain at from a first look, while Seron knew he was capable when it came to reading people. He was no mind reader, in fact even if such magic existed, he was certain some such person would keep it to themselves. The next was the surprise that seemed to grace the young man's features, at him being here? Or perhaps at the fact that his features clearly made him stand out as more elven then the majority these days? A tilt of the head soon joined in the list of reactions. Ah, well at least that was quick to figure out.

Of course, turning to inquire if the other was here to provide aid to the old broom maker, gave him ample opportunity to confirm that the younger mage was indeed doing as he thought - openly staring. Looking much as if he were some sort of puzzle to be figured out, though not in any sort of malicious manner that he could gleam from a brief glance. The fact that the mage all but bowed to him before introducing himself did not help matters, the last time anyone had dared bow for the likes of him, he'd still been in Spade. Of Volari fame and wealth, those of lesser standing were expected to do so, lest they be hurt. But never in Clover had it occurred, and Seron was not entirely sure he would want it to begin again either. Such acts always seemed so forced, done out of a sense of duty or in most cases for his family, fear.

Though rather then call the younger out on such actions for now, in front of another he barely knew, he kept his mouth shut for the moment. The brief snort that left the free spirited mage at the statement that followed however, was far from being dignified nor very respectful but he couldn't really help it. "So some have told me, yes." He responded, quickly as he could manage, mouth raised at the edges for a moment more before he managed to composed himself. He wasn't offended, far from it, it was an entertaining and refreshing change. If obviously embarrassing for the young mage that spoke of himself by the name of Corinth. Hm, he wondered if anyone had ever shortened it and nicknamed the young mage. Most likely.

The frustration that obviously followed and the apology while most certainly touching, did not wash away the memory of the moment. Still he let the other press forward regardless without any further sort of interruption. For now he did not answer, instead gesturing a hand towards the third individual in the room, whom seemed rather perplexed but rattled off what he required. "We'll see it done and leave you to return to your work." A quiet reassurance given before Seron took a few quick long strides out of the room and all too soon back out into the open air. Naturally assuming, perhaps wrongly, or rather hoping that the younger mage might follow along. If nothing else, the forest air beyond the small home granted him a little more ease then being somewhat crammed into that small space. Not that his own home was a mansion either but still.

Only when he was sure that Corinth was out here with him, did he begin walking further from the broom maker's home and towards the general location of what they were after and in turn, start to explain himself. "I figured it may be easier for us to speak and leave him to his work, rather then be more of a bother in his home," the elven mage explained, better that then this take longer than it needed to as well. "On the topic of introductions, my name is Seron. Though I will say there is no need for you to bow to me, I am no one of any real importance. Even if I do appreciate you being polite." It was certainly a nice enough gesture, at least some people in Clover had appeared to have been raised with manners, even if it wasn't everyone these days.