[Onni simply hadn't had any questions to ask. Nikolai had explained his problem quite succinctly and thoroughly, from what he gathers, and he's glad for it. Succinct and thorough is the best way to explain something, in Onni's opinion, and he likes the fact that Nikolai did it for him.
As they peruse the chains and Nikolai talks about the Grisha steel and getting free, Onni frowns a little.]
It's that strong?
[Pausing, Onni heads over to a sales counter that's nearby and roots around behind it until he finds several large cloth bags, which he brings back over to the chains, and immediately starts helping Nikolai gather the chain into the bag so it can be carried more easily. Shouldering the bag, he continues alongside the other man as they gather more tools and he starts sorting through the padlocks, looking for the sturdiest looking ones he can find and dropping them into the other bag. The chains will only be as strong as the padlocks that are holding them closed.]
You said you can make shackles. Are you a blacksmith as well?
[The last bit catches his attention, and he frowns a little, pushing a hand back through his hair and contemplates that. The terror of it, how it must have made Nikolai feel to have almost killed someone he cares about a great deal. It seems almost worse than some of the things Onni has gone through, in its own way, with the lack of control. He wonders if that's how Tuuri had felt at the end - out of control, afraid of hurting the people around her. He shudders a little.]
We won't let that happen here. Even if I have to cover you in chains. I think this is all that we can get here, though, and we should eat.
[With that, he leads the way to the entrance of the store, looking back over his shoulder.]
Would you prefer something cooked over a campfire, or would you rather go into one of the apartments and use the kitchen? I can do either. I've been camping, since it seemed weird to live in a house that belonged to someone else who's gone.
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As they peruse the chains and Nikolai talks about the Grisha steel and getting free, Onni frowns a little.]
It's that strong?
[Pausing, Onni heads over to a sales counter that's nearby and roots around behind it until he finds several large cloth bags, which he brings back over to the chains, and immediately starts helping Nikolai gather the chain into the bag so it can be carried more easily. Shouldering the bag, he continues alongside the other man as they gather more tools and he starts sorting through the padlocks, looking for the sturdiest looking ones he can find and dropping them into the other bag. The chains will only be as strong as the padlocks that are holding them closed.]
You said you can make shackles. Are you a blacksmith as well?
[The last bit catches his attention, and he frowns a little, pushing a hand back through his hair and contemplates that. The terror of it, how it must have made Nikolai feel to have almost killed someone he cares about a great deal. It seems almost worse than some of the things Onni has gone through, in its own way, with the lack of control. He wonders if that's how Tuuri had felt at the end - out of control, afraid of hurting the people around her. He shudders a little.]
We won't let that happen here. Even if I have to cover you in chains. I think this is all that we can get here, though, and we should eat.
[With that, he leads the way to the entrance of the store, looking back over his shoulder.]
Would you prefer something cooked over a campfire, or would you rather go into one of the apartments and use the kitchen? I can do either. I've been camping, since it seemed weird to live in a house that belonged to someone else who's gone.