Stone's Throw

[Andreas Amell]

"That's a good idea," Andreas agrees firmly. He'd been asking questions and making observations throughout the discussion, ones that show while he lacks the knack for it, he does know a decent amount of mid to high level commerce principles. "The economies of scale and sharing of static costs alone make it a good plan. Plus, that would allow for unified pricing and marketing. How you come up with a name and tagline yet? Oh! Or a maker's mark?"

[GamesMaster]

Don shakes his head. "I'm not the creative type. I usually have people for that. But if you have suggestions, I'll take them."

[Andreas Amell]

"Really?" Andreas blurts out, sounding rather thrilled at the idea. "I'd have to interview the workers, maybe spend a day or two watching them work... And research the history, dig into the themes and outlooks..." His words, starting from that excited exclamation, swiftly descend into vague mutterings. In dwarven mostly, something that gets a faintly pained, faintly regret sigh from Cadmus.

[GamesMaster]

Don raps him gently across the knuckles. "Common or Catfolk, please," he chides. 

[Andreas Amell]

Dreas jolts a little, blinking and wide eyed for a moment. "...what?" he asks blankly, his tone making it clear he'd completely missed both his own actions and Don's words.

[GamesMaster]

"We don't speak Dwarven in this house, we speak Common or Catfolk," he says patiently. "What were you going on about?"

[Andreas Amell]

"Oh, I was just... no dwarven specifically or..?" he asks abruptly, suddenly worried. 

"For me," Cadmus replies swiftly. "Only... cat, common, dragon." His nose wrinkles on the last; he'd learned that tongue, needing it for leading in Nyra, but he'd never liked it. Too close to catfolk in some ways, too alien in others.

[GamesMaster]

"Right. It's nothing against dwarven, it's just, we don't want to lose our catfolk so we speak that or common. Catfolk preferred," he adds, in common, unsure how good Andreas's catfolk is. 

[Andreas Amell]

"Oh. Okay. No, that makes sense, I just... sorry," he finishes with a wince, rubbing the back of his head.

[GamesMaster]

"It's fine. You'll want to talk to Niko probably. He's the most skilled alchemist I know, even if he is a little shit." 

[Andreas Amell]

"...I swear I've heard about someone like that before," Andreas comments, lips pursed as he tries to recall. Alchemist, catfolk, Niko for a nickname... 

[GamesMaster]

"Nikolaus Kingfisher is... well-known around these parts."

[Andreas Amell]

"Nikolaus..." Andreas murmurs a few times, brow still wrinkled. "No, it wasn't gossip like that. Bah, it'll come to me. Anyway."

[GamesMaster]

"He was friends with myself and your uncle when we were younger. Perhaps you heard about him from Car. ver." The pause is embarrassing, but not as much as using his nickname when he may no longer have permission and isn't quite sure. 

[Andreas Amell]

"Oh huh. Right, I guess you would have..." Andreas clears his throat, stopping before he references his mother. "What's he like then? Aside from being a little shit," he quotes with that tiny thrill of having a justified swear in front of adults.