Max let his eyes follow some of the more colourfully dressed characters passing them by as they walked, but he was more occupied with his food so his look was more neutrally curious than anything else. It really was weird, the number of people he'd seen wearing goofy leather armour, but he was at a ren fair. Billy's question had the werewolf swinging his head to look at the guy again.
“Wouldn't know about that, but the blacksmith booths have had a few accidents with people playing with the goods. And the events, blunted swords can still break skin if you get hit hard enough,” Max offered, a little more detail on what was going on. He left out the almost fire, it'd probably just get Billy worried. He changed the subject, steering them away from work to whatever obsessive little thing Billy had been working on last. “How's that pet project of yours going?”
The question was casual, but bringing up their last conversation was probably a little loaded. Billy talking about nowhere feeling safe, needing to make things safe, something about his dad's death... There were too many gaps for Max to understand it, but at least that snitch of a feathered menace wasn't talking in his head.
“Wouldn't know about that, but the blacksmith booths have had a few accidents with people playing with the goods. And the events, blunted swords can still break skin if you get hit hard enough,” Max offered, a little more detail on what was going on. He left out the almost fire, it'd probably just get Billy worried. He changed the subject, steering them away from work to whatever obsessive little thing Billy had been working on last. “How's that pet project of yours going?”
The question was casual, but bringing up their last conversation was probably a little loaded. Billy talking about nowhere feeling safe, needing to make things safe, something about his dad's death... There were too many gaps for Max to understand it, but at least that snitch of a feathered menace wasn't talking in his head.