"Huh? M-me? I mean, yes, of course, I'd love to work on a piece for her, absolutely," he says, trying to hide his desire to grin, and his relief.<br/><br/>The master was an old eagle-man, though, given the heavy spectacles he wears, he's likely getting to an age where his eyesight just isn't keen enough to do the extremely fine work Draiss can see on some of the older pieces, still on display. Still, even his more recent work is elaborate and highly skillful, and his journeyman is well on his way to taking over the shop, when the master finally retires.<br/><br/>The shop did a solid business; with the gold, silver, and gemstones coming from both trade, and the nearby mines, and the relatively high wealth, both here, and in the capitol, he had more than enough business, which helped immensely. The shop consisted of himself, his journeyman, and three apprentices, Deegan being the middle-aged apprentice, as well as a pair of young assistants, to make deliveries, keep the shop clean, and keep the tools sharpened. He had praise for all of his workers, though if pressed specifically about Deegan, he'll explain the boy has some good potential, if he can just keep his head out of the clouds, and focused on his work. "I figure the fool boy probably has his eye on some girl. Ahh, can hardly hold it against him, though, I was the same, as a boy. I just hope he hasn't set his sights too high; even with all the changes this city has wrought, a half-breed just doesn't belong with most of our clientele," he'll explain, in a casually racist way that, before Dragon's Roost, would have been the sentiment on just about everyone's lips, but is now typically limited to the older and more conservative.