Again, the mage wasn’t sure he would describe it as a true shop that would have customers for outside of particularly stubborn individuals that found their way to his doorstep and were nosy enough to bug him. Had Waver considered that word might get out, and he’d have more company than expected? No, that was a problem for future-Waver… Like many problems were….
But the point was that he was beyond correcting Terra on the subject. He only got stubborn with corrections when it came to his title. The man had helped him get in, after all, and if he needed some assistance of a magical nature in the future, then Waver was bound to provide to the best of his abilities… So it was good as a shop to Terra, anyway.
“Yes, thank you again for the business with the door. I wasn’t keen on having to make an unnecessary trip back and forth for supplies to get in.” He responded over his shoulder, dusting off his gloved hands lightly and tugging a leather case from his pocket a moment later and shifting his lighter to his other hand. “As long as I can clear out the things that aren’t needed to make space to work and set up a stable bounded field, it shouldn’t take too long.” He murmured thoughtfully, though to be fair, Waver was not the most tidy person outside his classroom. His flat that doubled as his workshop had been a chaotic mess, which was unlikely to change here. There would always be a difference between his professional endeavors and his personal projects.
He hummed, considering Terra again. The man had presumably been here at least a little longer than him. “Don’t suppose you know anyone who would be looking for donated, used tavern furnishings, would you?” Or a place he could purchase the furniture he would need in question… Or a service to move something from the red building to here, he supposed. There was… a lot to think about, the mage realized.
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But the point was that he was beyond correcting Terra on the subject. He only got stubborn with corrections when it came to his title. The man had helped him get in, after all, and if he needed some assistance of a magical nature in the future, then Waver was bound to provide to the best of his abilities… So it was good as a shop to Terra, anyway.
“Yes, thank you again for the business with the door. I wasn’t keen on having to make an unnecessary trip back and forth for supplies to get in.” He responded over his shoulder, dusting off his gloved hands lightly and tugging a leather case from his pocket a moment later and shifting his lighter to his other hand. “As long as I can clear out the things that aren’t needed to make space to work and set up a stable bounded field, it shouldn’t take too long.” He murmured thoughtfully, though to be fair, Waver was not the most tidy person outside his classroom. His flat that doubled as his workshop had been a chaotic mess, which was unlikely to change here. There would always be a difference between his professional endeavors and his personal projects.
He hummed, considering Terra again. The man had presumably been here at least a little longer than him. “Don’t suppose you know anyone who would be looking for donated, used tavern furnishings, would you?” Or a place he could purchase the furniture he would need in question… Or a service to move something from the red building to here, he supposed. There was… a lot to think about, the mage realized.