[Hector follows after Isaac as he flees, and eventually ends up at the castle. Isaac hasn't violently expelled him, so Hector takes it as tacit invitation and picks a set of rooms to move into. While Isaac forges, Hector renovates his quarters. Isaac cares little about keeping himself fed, so Hector hunts and brings back game, which he cooks. Half of what he makes, he leaves out for Isaac. It goes unclaimed when Isaac is in the middle of a project, but Hector is not about to break into his tower to shove a meal down his throat. The worse breach of privacy he engages in is sending a bird or a fairy to make sure he still breaths if Isaac doesn't surface for a few days.
Hector tans the hides of his game for blankets and uses the down from slaughtered fowl to make a cushion, and soon enough he has a comfortable little bed to sleep in. It's a strange life, but not a bad one.
He worries for Isaac, though he tries not to let it show. His rival's work borders on obsession, far more than Hector's ever did. Some of the forged creatures he creates feel wrong. Hector had benefited from Dracula's tutelage in his youth, but it seems Isaac hadn't been afforded all of the same privileges.
So Hector takes up his hammer once more, and begins to practice again. It's the only true connection he has with Isaac, now that whatever was growing between them chocked and died that morning in the cave. Hector doesn't want to compete with Isaac; he wants to tempt Isaac to work with him. Even when they both served in Dracula's war, they had never actually collaborated. If there is to be a breakthrough, Hector thinks it would come from that.
Isaac hides away in his tower as he forges, but Hector takes to doing his work out in the open. On this particular morning, he is outside, (not unintentionally) beneath the window to Isaac's tower. He is working on a new project, building off of the pumpkin devil idea, but with a base of thorns and corpseweed. Mostly he wants to see if he can give the design some sort of use.
He goes through the motions slowly and precisely, demonstrating the foundations of forging that have always come naturally to him, but that could give another forgemaster trouble if they didn't know them. Isaac hasn't looked out the last few times he's forged out here, but today could be the day.]
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Hector tans the hides of his game for blankets and uses the down from slaughtered fowl to make a cushion, and soon enough he has a comfortable little bed to sleep in. It's a strange life, but not a bad one.
He worries for Isaac, though he tries not to let it show. His rival's work borders on obsession, far more than Hector's ever did. Some of the forged creatures he creates feel wrong. Hector had benefited from Dracula's tutelage in his youth, but it seems Isaac hadn't been afforded all of the same privileges.
So Hector takes up his hammer once more, and begins to practice again. It's the only true connection he has with Isaac, now that whatever was growing between them chocked and died that morning in the cave. Hector doesn't want to compete with Isaac; he wants to tempt Isaac to work with him. Even when they both served in Dracula's war, they had never actually collaborated. If there is to be a breakthrough, Hector thinks it would come from that.
Isaac hides away in his tower as he forges, but Hector takes to doing his work out in the open. On this particular morning, he is outside, (not unintentionally) beneath the window to Isaac's tower. He is working on a new project, building off of the pumpkin devil idea, but with a base of thorns and corpseweed. Mostly he wants to see if he can give the design some sort of use.
He goes through the motions slowly and precisely, demonstrating the foundations of forging that have always come naturally to him, but that could give another forgemaster trouble if they didn't know them. Isaac hasn't looked out the last few times he's forged out here, but today could be the day.]