[Rezo isn't fully certain if acknowledgement is something Zelgadis needs or wants, particularly from Rezo, but it had seemed, in that moment, to be the right thing to do. He just hopes his instincts were correct, because the Gods know they haven't always been reliable. Particularly when it comes to Zelgadis.
The flat warning, given after such a long stretch of awkward silence, briefly gives Rezo pause. It's after a brief hesitation that he responds, not turning back but speaking loudly enough to be heard, in a calm tone of voice that's equally neutral to Zelgadis's.]
...Thank you.
[Being cordial with one another almost feels more uncomfortable than arguing. Not that there's any logical reason to want Zelgadis to be cold or angry, particularly when it might interfere with the work they're doing, but still...
Thank the Gods it isn't a far walk to the Stonemason's Guild, because this party doesn't need two taciturn sorcerers brooding away. A particularly gruff and dusty mason greets them when they enter the guild yard, with a terse "What do you want?"
Rezo smiles, seemingly unperturbed by anything.]
Good day, my friend. We're here to help with your water supply issues.
[Rezo lets Zelgadis handle the math end of things without any fussing. Besides the fact he knows he can trust Zelgadis's skill in this area, the man also has a better understanding of the local situation. Instead, Rezo handles the matter of speaking with the stonemasons (the ones that are still lucid) and talking them into handing over the supplies.
It's not difficult- dropping his own name and that of the innkeeper's is enough to assure them of his benevolent intentions.]
-And Zelgadis will inform you of the exact supplies we need, once he has finished his calculations.
[Rezo punctuates his statement by inclining his head in Zelgadis's direction, as if to say Isn't that right?]
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The flat warning, given after such a long stretch of awkward silence, briefly gives Rezo pause. It's after a brief hesitation that he responds, not turning back but speaking loudly enough to be heard, in a calm tone of voice that's equally neutral to Zelgadis's.]
...Thank you.
[Being cordial with one another almost feels more uncomfortable than arguing. Not that there's any logical reason to want Zelgadis to be cold or angry, particularly when it might interfere with the work they're doing, but still...
Thank the Gods it isn't a far walk to the Stonemason's Guild, because this party doesn't need two taciturn sorcerers brooding away. A particularly gruff and dusty mason greets them when they enter the guild yard, with a terse "What do you want?"
Rezo smiles, seemingly unperturbed by anything.]
Good day, my friend. We're here to help with your water supply issues.
[Rezo lets Zelgadis handle the math end of things without any fussing. Besides the fact he knows he can trust Zelgadis's skill in this area, the man also has a better understanding of the local situation. Instead, Rezo handles the matter of speaking with the stonemasons (the ones that are still lucid) and talking them into handing over the supplies.
It's not difficult- dropping his own name and that of the innkeeper's is enough to assure them of his benevolent intentions.]
-And Zelgadis will inform you of the exact supplies we need, once he has finished his calculations.
[Rezo punctuates his statement by inclining his head in Zelgadis's direction, as if to say Isn't that right?]