Eduard had made his own little spot near a boulder on one of the corners of the spacious cave. There, he set up a sleeping bag and a small lamp to read a book for later. When he spotted Dorran, he stood up and walked over to him.
"Dorran? Do you have a moment?" Said Eduard, placing his hands in his pockets.
Dorran was sitting cross legged at his bedroll going over his weapons when he heard Eduard approach. "Ah, the good doctor. What ails you, friend?" the chief asked as he set his heavy mace to the side.
"When I arrived in Kalla, there was someone I encountered who um..." Eduard paused for a moment, thinking how to phrase his question properly. "-who caught my eye, I suppose. Blonde hair, green eyes, thin atheletic frame and fine embroidened clothes. He seems to he in his early 20's. Do you know him?"
"Aye, that'd be the tailor, Aerex. Young scrawny fella, but a master tailor. A big help ta lady Valia as well, seems ta keep a special order of silks for her and her girls. He's not from Kalla, as you cold probably tell, but he earns his keep all the same. Good lad," Dorran said, trying to give a brief description of him. "He took Juliana as his apprentice as well, helped her greatly. Not quite the sight you would expect runnin' around in this desert, eh?" he laughed.
"Do you know where he's from?"
Eduard was doing his best to keep his real intentions hidden. Sure, he had known Dorran for years, but, this was something he preferred to keep to himself.
"Hmmm...," Dorran had to think back a bit, but the memory came to him. "I think I remember him sayin he was from Trantis, that great lake below Salna. Odd though, struck me more of a Portean when I met him."
"Me too. His clothes seemed inspired by Portean designs. What he was wearing reminded me of what I used to wear way back in the day when I was his age." Eduard smiled briefly, seemingly recalling some fond memory of the past. A rare sight for the usually 'grumpy' Eduard.
"Anyway, do you know anything else abou him?"
"Can't say i do, I know from others that he is trustworthy and enjoys his work, that's about it. What's all this interest about? Needin' a new suit, eh?" Dorran laughed. Suits were an oddity to him, but he knew people in Portea were big fans of them. Nothing but a hinderance and extra heat in his own personal opinion.
"Yes. I wanted to know if he was trustworthy. He is clearly skilled but I wanted to see what kind of reputation he had."
An outright lie, but it was best that Eduard kept his real intentions a secret.
"Well yes. I've had rather some awful experiences with other tailors. This time, I want to make sure I have the right person."
Another lie. Though this one was more obvious than the last.
Dorran waved his hand from side to side, dismissing Eduard's overly cautiousness as he set his weapon down and leaned back, head resting on a makeshift pillow of bundled cloth, using his blanket to rest his head on instead of getting under it. "The lad is fine. Odd time to be worrying about a suit though, should focus on tomorrow, and get some rest," Dorran said as he propped one leg on another and shut his eyes with a big sigh. "For all we know, they could be out there waiting for us already."
"Yeah." Eduard fidgeted with his fingers for a moment before turning around walking away to his corner.
Eduard settled down in his makeshift sleeping bag, setting his head down against a small pillow near the rock. Before closing his eyes, all he could think about was the tailor, Aerex. He felt like a young man again. Chasing after guys his own age when he was in medical school. But, at this point in his life perhaps he was getting too old to be falling for men younger than he was. Still, even when he tried to convince himself otherwise he couldn't get over Aerex' looks. Maybe... he could give it a shot.