[ Siffrin takes it carefully and turns it around in his hand, studying the craftsmanship with a small smile before taking his knife up again and carving with the tip.
It does, of course, come with the soft mumbles of before. The little wish for it to turn out well, to be legible. It seems to be a sort of calming exercise for Siffrin too as the knife makes its marks, delicate curves for the elegant script deepening in the wood base, before they blow gently where they'd worked and stare critically at it...
... and then hand the King back across the table, apparently done. ]
You did really well in carving him. The wood likes you.
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It does, of course, come with the soft mumbles of before. The little wish for it to turn out well, to be legible. It seems to be a sort of calming exercise for Siffrin too as the knife makes its marks, delicate curves for the elegant script deepening in the wood base, before they blow gently where they'd worked and stare critically at it...
... and then hand the King back across the table, apparently done. ]
You did really well in carving him. The wood likes you.