"Kind of think I'll be in for a bad time if I'm the only person in the Gallows who knows what the heck kind of time it is, ever."
At night, anyway. People gauge something accurate in the daytime if they're hellbent, but what's the difference between a comfortable 10 pm or a black skied, lonely 3 am, when you're lost in the sauce of your work? Maybe a mechanical bird would be neat, and Tony bounces a skeptical glance off of Ellis over Wysteria's head.
He breaks the daisy chain, shaking apart the loose grip he had on Wysteria's hand as he moves on into the cordoned off area, attracted immediately to the smaller timepieces. Some of them are set in little latch boxes, and some of the most expensive closed in metal shells, a little bigger than a pocketwatch, but still impressive.
"Well I think it's a very good idea to know the time and I dislike having to remember to light a candle to do it," is not quite a protest and not quite directed at the back of Tony's head as he sidesteps into the boundary of the shop except for how it absolutely is.
With a labored sidelong look to Ellis, Wysteria breaks the remaining link of the chain and slips in after Tony.
"There is a great standing clock somewhere in the Gallows, I think. I believe Mister--Casimir was keeping it, though I can't remember where last I saw it. It must be in an archival room somewhere. Or perhaps Monsieur Baudin took it with him when he vacated the division office. I can't imagine such a thing could simply go missing."
A warning bark of 'Don't touch!' from the eagle-eyed merchant across the stall has Wysteria's hand snapping back from the verge of opening the panel at the front of a mantle clock. With a gentle repositioning of her body, she resumes her inspection.
Recipient of both gazes, Ellis nods to each in turn. Yes, these are valid looks of judgement, of course. To the agitated merchant, Ellis lifts a placating hand as he shadows the pair of them in their inspection of the stall's offerings.
"It might be in one of the storage rooms," Ellis suggests, before adding, "Though if we bought a large clock it would be difficult to transport all the way back to Kirkwall, and up the stairs in the Gallows."
Not impossible, just. difficult. Delicate internal machinery is a tricky thing to insulate in the back of a cart.
"Someone would notice you."
A secondary concern, but one Ellis suspects Tony would be more interested in.
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At night, anyway. People gauge something accurate in the daytime if they're hellbent, but what's the difference between a comfortable 10 pm or a black skied, lonely 3 am, when you're lost in the sauce of your work? Maybe a mechanical bird would be neat, and Tony bounces a skeptical glance off of Ellis over Wysteria's head.
He breaks the daisy chain, shaking apart the loose grip he had on Wysteria's hand as he moves on into the cordoned off area, attracted immediately to the smaller timepieces. Some of them are set in little latch boxes, and some of the most expensive closed in metal shells, a little bigger than a pocketwatch, but still impressive.
Like, he's grading on a curve, here.
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With a labored sidelong look to Ellis, Wysteria breaks the remaining link of the chain and slips in after Tony.
"There is a great standing clock somewhere in the Gallows, I think. I believe Mister--Casimir was keeping it, though I can't remember where last I saw it. It must be in an archival room somewhere. Or perhaps Monsieur Baudin took it with him when he vacated the division office. I can't imagine such a thing could simply go missing."
A warning bark of 'Don't touch!' from the eagle-eyed merchant across the stall has Wysteria's hand snapping back from the verge of opening the panel at the front of a mantle clock. With a gentle repositioning of her body, she resumes her inspection.
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"It might be in one of the storage rooms," Ellis suggests, before adding, "Though if we bought a large clock it would be difficult to transport all the way back to Kirkwall, and up the stairs in the Gallows."
Not impossible, just. difficult. Delicate internal machinery is a tricky thing to insulate in the back of a cart.
"Someone would notice you."
A secondary concern, but one Ellis suspects Tony would be more interested in.