[--is all Dustin can manage at first, because while Cayde was talking, he's polished off all of the noodle parts of his meal and is in the process of guzzling the broth out of his bowl, as much for the sustenance as he is for the warmth. He places the empty dish and his chopsticks back down on the counter with a soft clatter and quickly wipes his mouth (and his now slightly runny nose) on the back of a coat sleeve.]
--Yeah, I gathered. [Dustin turns his attention to the knife. He glances up once at Cayde, as if silently asking permission, then gently leans forward to get a better look at it from all angles.] The stoneworking methods present in the ruins suggested a sort of active melding rather than carving or casting, although the fact that the rock shows minimal signs of metamorphosis from the process is still odd. A property of the local bedrock or their spit, maybe.
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[--is all Dustin can manage at first, because while Cayde was talking, he's polished off all of the noodle parts of his meal and is in the process of guzzling the broth out of his bowl, as much for the sustenance as he is for the warmth. He places the empty dish and his chopsticks back down on the counter with a soft clatter and quickly wipes his mouth (and his now slightly runny nose) on the back of a coat sleeve.]
--Yeah, I gathered. [Dustin turns his attention to the knife. He glances up once at Cayde, as if silently asking permission, then gently leans forward to get a better look at it from all angles.] The stoneworking methods present in the ruins suggested a sort of active melding rather than carving or casting, although the fact that the rock shows minimal signs of metamorphosis from the process is still odd. A property of the local bedrock or their spit, maybe.