Bradley
Vhun's posture remained as rigid as she stared down at Theradin. It really was difficult to determine whether or not she was being rude by tilting her head down to look at him. She could see him just as easily with her chin tilted up, but that felt just as disrespectful as bending down to look at him. This was a somewhat new conundrum to the mothfolk, given that she was quite used to being just about at eye level with most she met.

He was once more answered with cards, her head gaining a further tilt as she searched through for her answers. She really did need to update her cards, she thought, or teach herself to physically speak something that sounded like Common. She really couldn't get the hang of it, given her biology, and found this to be quite the bother. Two cards were flashed in quick succession.

*Yes.*

A pause.

*No.*

She didn't know. Such things had always deeply perplexed Vhun, and she thought that she was just as well not knowing how they stayed up. After all, it didn't matter much how they did, only that they did. She continued to nod along, hands returning to writing.

*It is no trouble. I have plenty of hands to write with should one tire. I must say that there are quite a few subjects I enjoy the study of.*

A pause.

*Are the texts written in common?*

She supposed she'd better ask him something about himself.

*What brought you to Findara?*
Joanne
"So... They really do float. Well I guess that is a mystery for another time. But truly amazing." *He spoke with a sense of awe. He had heard and seen a lot, but learning that was actually true was something he did not expect.* "I'll have to go see for myself someday."

"Most of them are, but the library contains the collected knowledge of the whole kingdom. So you'll find scripts in most any language. Even a handful in dwarvish. No one writes books in dwarvish anymore, so those must have cost a fortune to bring to the library. What might be some things you enjoy studying?"

"Well usually when I travel to Findara it's because I have a client out there, but most recently it was for a personal reason. I was looking to see if Findara had a text that the Library in the Capital didn't. Sadly their copy was extensively damaged, but I recorded what I found."
Bradley
Vhun gave a small tittering laugh in return, once more showing off a card to reply. 

*Yes.*

She wasn't necessarily laughing at him, but rather at the tone he'd taken. It really wasn't all that much of a marvel, she thought. There was all sorts of magic in the world, why would these islands fascinate him so? Perhaps he'd just need to see them. Or maybe she'd simply grown too used to them to properly appreciate them. It didn't really matter, given that she had no intention of continuing to press him.

*I see.*

A pause.

*A bit of everything, I suppose. I find the natural world to be most interesting. More than that, I make dye, and I think it is always worth looking for techniques that I do not know. What of you? What interests you?*
Joanne
*He nodded his head as she spoke. He understood researching different techniques to do things that one couldn't do before. That had been a good deal of his career after his apprenticeship and how he learned the lyre in the first place. But his interests were less about a new skill and moreso a new story.*

*He picked up his notebook once again, and opened up to one of many pages covered in notes, showing it to Vuhn. Much of it was in dwarvish, but some was in common as well. They varied from poems and songs (some apparently incomplete) to notes about different stories and legends. The tattered remains of his people's history were scrawled across the many pages, and it was clear that this was the result of many years of study.*

"I do research into my trade yes, one shouldn't be content with their current skills, but should improve them. But most of my studies are devoted into the folklore of my people. We dwarves have long been a scattered wandering people, lost in the lands of bigger, more influential, more numerous folk. It saddens a lot of my kin for most folks to only really take us seriously when there's a hole to be dug or a plow to be mended. Thankfully not through prejudice or mistreatment, most people do respect us as people, but they tend to disregard us, to pay us little attention, sometimes not even notice we are here. But our legends speak of a time when our crafts were the envy of kings, and our songs were heard in every ear. We had a kingdom of our own back then, a true homeland. It's halls where vast and beautiful. The work and pride of generations, of a people. Sadly that had been gone for ages, if that legendary time even existed. But I find solace in studying our folklore, and preserving our traditions to this day."