[It was not the first time Matthias found himself at the Arcanist Guild. He had taken up studies there, once upon a time, but that was more due to the lure of the grimoires than anything else. His magic generally lay with conjury, more for self-defense on his travels and his best friend always getting hurt than anything else.
But even still, he was often there delivering a set of new bound books, the Guild being a usual benefactor to his growing business. Just like now, he made his way through the main entrance towards the winding stairs in the back. He was a bit too preoccupied with making sure the large stack of books wouldn't fall that he didn't see someone coming up the stairs... until he bumped right into them.]
Ah-! M-My apologies, ser. [Although he hardly looked at to whom he bumped into, bending down instead to gather the scattered books and checking them to make sure they had not suffered any harm. His work was good, so there should not be, but it was better safe than sorry.]
[Khamu'wo is hardly a man someone could call graceful. While he might not be some bumbling idiot, who trips over particles of dust, neither is he some smooth moving chap who could glide over obstacles with fluid and precise movements.
So when Matthias runs into him with his stacks of books, it sends the man sprawling on the floor in front of him. His own tome flying off somewhere, landing rather unceremoniously open on the floor, while Khamu'wo's glasses clatter off somewhere.
A curse or two under his breath, and he's attempting to orient himself. Hands reaching out at the blurry colors before him, as he squints trying to make heads or tails of what it is he's looking at.]
'Tis quite alright. Pray, assist me and finding mine eye wear...
[Last thing he needs is someone stepping on his glasses and breaking them...]
[With enough books gathered, he set about looking for a pair of glasses as bid.]
Yes, of course. It was my fault.
[He located the red spectacles, fairly hard to miss amongst the gray stone and he picked them up. He made his way over to the other miqo'te and took his hand to place the eye wear in his palm.]
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But even still, he was often there delivering a set of new bound books, the Guild being a usual benefactor to his growing business. Just like now, he made his way through the main entrance towards the winding stairs in the back. He was a bit too preoccupied with making sure the large stack of books wouldn't fall that he didn't see someone coming up the stairs... until he bumped right into them.]
Ah-! M-My apologies, ser. [Although he hardly looked at to whom he bumped into, bending down instead to gather the scattered books and checking them to make sure they had not suffered any harm. His work was good, so there should not be, but it was better safe than sorry.]
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So when Matthias runs into him with his stacks of books, it sends the man sprawling on the floor in front of him. His own tome flying off somewhere, landing rather unceremoniously open on the floor, while Khamu'wo's glasses clatter off somewhere.
A curse or two under his breath, and he's attempting to orient himself. Hands reaching out at the blurry colors before him, as he squints trying to make heads or tails of what it is he's looking at.]
'Tis quite alright. Pray, assist me and finding mine eye wear...
[Last thing he needs is someone stepping on his glasses and breaking them...]
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Yes, of course. It was my fault.
[He located the red spectacles, fairly hard to miss amongst the gray stone and he picked them up. He made his way over to the other miqo'te and took his hand to place the eye wear in his palm.]
Did you lose anything else?