Silver117

Cyrus closed his eyes. In his head laid the past trauma of his life. You'd be surprised what soldiers of misfortune would do for table scraps...Was all he could think about. The days going without food, being nothing but skin and bones, doing unspeakable things for blood money and a full belly. His aloof side showed vulnerability as he held his hands together. He looked at all four of them. Their eyes showing they won't take no for an answer. He lower his head for a bit before lifting it back up. His cheerful, scatterbrain smile appeared once more. "It was silly of me to say that." He chuckled. His laugh, so carefree and calm. The Cyrus they first met returned. "Very well, it's a deal. My skills are at your disposal and your homestead will become a reality." He said. He shook each of their hands. He had to admit, they were very cute elemental girls. He pulled each one into a hug, just to see how each one would react to it. Would they be stunned? Happy? Offended? Neutral? A flood of curiosity filled his mind. After hugging each one, he took a breath. "Whenever you're ready, we can start on the foundation and forge." He told them.

Cyrus nod in agreement, the past is in the past unless they pull it to the present. Coming to that understanding, they begun the main objective: the homestead. Cyrus watched Eria pull out their plans and he listened with the upmost intent. For the first floor, he sees the storefront placed well. The storage must have enough space for the majority of inventory, if not all of it. "Indded, I was thinking the same thing anout the forge being first, after the foundation is set." He said to them. He was talking on par with Eria, matching step by step conversion. The second floor was simple as well. He made sure the measurements for each room were equal and balance. "May I suggest one of them be a guest bedroom? It'll be separate from the main bedrooms. I'll see to that." He responded. The third floor made him tap his chin. "Not impossible for the drains, but it will take time and patience." He answered. Upon hearing the word payment, he held up a hand. "Save your coins. After such great food, if you can provide meals like that, I'll have no problem getting the job done. I don't break my word when I say I'll give you the best results." He promised. He looked at their planned homestead, then at Eria. She really had it all planned out. Very impressive to say the least. He noticed her spent after going over everything. "You okay? You need anything?" He kindly asked her.

Cyrus was all smiles as they made a counteroffer to camp out instead of the local tavern. He happily agreed to it. That way, coins could be saved and understanding the tight budget they're in, every bit helps. With a simple nod, he follows them out of the district towards the border. The walk was brisk with the crisp air breezing by. Cyrus kept his cheerful expression, not hiding any intent, just an easygoing attitude. He then looked at his satchel, opening it briefly, just to make sure all contents were still there. He had his blueprints, both filled and blanked, writing equipment, and simple tools like his hammer. There was nothing too unique, just standard. At the camp, he sat on the grass instead of the blanket. "No worries, I've roughed it plenty of times before." he smiled and watched each girl prepared the meal. His eyes carefully watched their elemental abilities. He then focused on their personas. First was Hiita, at the ready it seems ready to take on anyone or anything. Next was Aussa, making sure everything they had was there. ON point ant making sure nothing was left behind. His eyes then turned to Wynn, very cautious and supportive at a distance. Finally there was Eria, he sees her aloof as he was, but there was more to it than meets the eyes. These four girls...Cyrus couldn't help but give a somber smile. For a brief moment he saw his old comrades, chatting, at the ready and together. He soon snapped out of it when presented a bowl. "Thank you." he grinned. As he takes it, his hands and forearms were more visible to them. Those weren't the hands of an ordinary carpenter. Far from it. It was riddled with cuts, burnt marks, scars. The pains of his past, the pains that he could never escape even if he tried. The the look at the meal, expression was one of pure joy. he took a whiff of the broth and gave a gleeful smile. "It's perfect! You were right, better than tavern slop." he said taking a sip. They might think he's overreacting, but this was the result of not eating for days. The bread was great as well. He told them how he wasn't lying about how he felt about it. "Why I haven't had camping food this good since the Treaty of..." He instantly stopped himself. The past he left behind still there in his mind. He cleared his throat and revealed a blank blueprint. "Well then, tell me more about your dream homestead." he said instantly changing the subject.

His attempt to get their attention work, somewhat. Yes, he lost his stall, but we'll worth it if he can nail his sales pitch. He looked girl expressions ranging from dumbfounded to curiosity. Upon Aussa's question if his assistance was manageable than his broken stall, he shrugged and pointed at another merchants stall stockpiled with lumber. "This is actually the 5th stall I've broken this month, all thanks to the lumber I borrowed from this carpenter." He said loud enough for everyone in the district to hear. "Real wood for a homestead shouldn't break down that easily. Whether it be from bandits or mother nature." He said to them. Cyrus considers the offer to talk in private. Not a bad idea if he could get a contract with this four beautiful girls. His thoughts were interrupted with a loud noise as if a lion was on the loose. In reality, it was his stomach. "Oops, pardon me. It's been 4 days since my last meal." He chuckled embarrassingly. "Think we can go to a tavern and talk more about it? I got blueprints we can look over. By the way, the name's Cyrus." He added

Running down the road towards the carpentry district was a guy in his late 20's. In his hands were building equipment needed to start any projects. His satchel, sling over his shoulder was filled with maps and locations throughout Highwind. Cyrus was his name and he was late to work his stall...three hours late. When he finally arrived the other builds mocked him for arriving this late. They thought of him of being more of the hard labor kind of guy, instead of building and planning type. In fact this was the third time this week he setup his shop by noon time. He didn't mind the jeering though, he had his reasons. His stall wasn't prestigious, it was a simple table, chairs and a sign reading "Cyrus Best Builds! Good pricing, better materials, best results." Once the setup was done, he stretched, looking up at the sun, promising a good day than yesterday. If lucky, he can get some food. "Come by Cyrus Best Builds! Need a home to feel safe and secure? Best materials to protect you from beast, bandits and mother nature?" He called out. He soon noticed the four girls looking down. He felt a twinge of despair and had to do something. With a hard resolve, he hopped over his stall, only for it to crack and break. The merchants and builders laughed at his folly, but paid no mind. Meeting them, Cyrus decided to finish the statement. "Which means, you are in need of my assistance." He smiled.

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