"I was worried about him when they told me, too. Hope the good man is okay." Sebastian's face mirrored the concern, though it was replaced by a little chuckle, and his voice took elements from his elven side as he almost purred in response to Rowan's narration. "Working you hard, Rowan. I know exactly what you mean."
He looked over at Corinne, sitting on the makeshift sack-chair in the corner, and shook his head and his dark brown hair out of his eyes and imitated her to the best of his ability, deep voice almost murdering the rendition in falsetto "Uncle, you've [i]got[/i] to stop drinking, it'll destroy you. Uncle, come down and talk to me, you're always up alone. Uncle this, uncle that." and he laughed, almost oblivious to the elf's features drooping from the corner as she watched him imitate her like that. She didn't think it was asking too much of him personally, but...he wouldn't be able to see past his growing addition, it was his own fault. "Uncle, stooop, pleeeease..."

And she pulled the verdant green hood over her head a little in response, almost whimpering from where she was, a little embarrassed and evidently uncomfortable. It didn't take long for Sebastian to catch onto it though, and he excused himself from Rowan's current work to go and kneel before his niece, using a hand to tilt up her chin and have her look into his grey eyes. They glittered like always, though at his delicately crafted lips was a little apologetic frown. "Sorry, my flower."
And she sighed a little and looked away from him with a bit lip, though he turned her head to him again and stroked her cheek with hardened hands. They were from his crafting days, that isn't to say he didn't craft anymore, but his work was not as legendary as it once had been, leaving Corinne the primary bread-winner. "Don't be like that, Corinne...I said I was sorry, didn't I? I really am."
She sighed and placed her hand on top of his, finally smiling just a little. "...yeah, I know, Uncle Seb. Go on, I'm sure you and Rowan have more to talk about."
"That's my girl." he smiled softly now, and messed up her hair which made her pout, and made his way back to where Rowan was. "Moody, my girl. At least Benny isn't like that..." he said in a hushed voice, "Though Roslyn, I'm sure she gives you trouble time and time again. Lassies, of any age, are so difficult to understand, eh?"

He eyed the sword, eyebrow raising in that characteristic Corinne inherited from her mother, who shared it with her brother. "It's a beauty, that's for sure. Still wonder how that elf carries it with her. Listen, Rowan." he brought his voice down, playful as ever with a glint in his eyes accompanying it, "I'll pay the balance if she's a little short. You know those travellers, most of them struggle to just find a decent place to stay, and now with The Hippogriff as it is, I-"

He was interrupted by a familiar voice that made Corinne almost jump out of her seat. 
[i]"Well, welcome back Ben!"[/i]

"Well look who it is," Sebastian turned and gave the brown haired, blue eyed boy a little wave. "Welcome back, Ben. Corinne's be-"

"Oh, uncle!"
He could barely finish his sentence before the elf struggled up from the little pile of sandbags, and quickly closed the distance between herself and the young human male. The funniest part was, she was a good three odd times his age, though it didn't matter in the slightest, you could look at both and she'd still seem a little younger. He was around nineteen or twenty human years, inheriting the best from his father and his mother. Brown haired, bright blue eyed and standing well above six feet, at six foot four or so. He was wearing the typical, dark, fitted trousers and light boots under a shirt with sleeves rolled up to expose his forearms, not overly muscular but definitely having seen a lot of work at the forge. Though normally he had his apron on when he was at the forge, it was hung neatly on a little hook in one corner of the workplace, where he and his father hung up their aprons for the evenings. He had just enough time to set down a large roll of almond bread on a nearby clean table before Corinne wrapped her arms around his neck and one of his arms snaked around her waist and gave her a little squeeze. She embraced him rather tightly, almost glowing with light and life at seeing the youth again. She couldn't help but smile, and flush, and every last telltale symptom denying that they were 'just friends'. "Benjamin, there you are! Where were you? I...I longed to see you!"
Evidently, the bakery...though she was curious what the occasion was.
"Is that almond bread?" her nose caught the scent of the warm roll and it made her lick her lips, "It smells delicious!"

"Look at those two." Sebastian rolled his eyes exaggeratedly, leaning against one of the walls closest to where Rowan was working, "I don't know. I'm just glad she's happy. Bet she keeps your son busy too, eh?" he scratched the back of his head before staring off into the distance. "They don't mind very much here in Estermere, since she's my niece and all, but...anywhere else, a relationship like that would mean nothing but trouble. I should know...heh." Sebastian's voice trailed off, "Us halves found it difficult enough to belong. Hence I like it here. The mayor really is a swell guy...ah."