it catches beron off guard for a moment, so much so that his eyes lift from where they are focused on his hands to meet the dark brown of the lady before him. normally people did not have an interest in what he did, they would look for a moment and then move on. they had no need for the little figurines he could craft with his eyes closed, no need for decoration that was made by someone who was not important enough to remember most of the time. sure, his stature left people looking, but it was rare that he was remembered for anything else. though it is not that he wishes to be remembered, no at all. beron would prefer to fade into obscurity than have the realm keep his name in their history books, but there is a sort of gentle thrill that runs through him at the thought of his carvings sittings on tabletops and mantles throughout the kingdoms.
"do you like bears then, m'lady?" beron continues his work while attempting to keep eye contact with the woman before him, carving lines of texture to mimic the fur that the creatures of his home possessed. "they are plenty where i am from — my favorite." it feels like too much information to share with someone he does not know and he can feel the embarrassment of doing so creep up on him. "i would accept just a handful of coppers, but i would not feel right even taking that when i have yet to finish." a sheepish look sets on his features, "is there anything else you like? or maybe—" beron pauses, wondering why he is even thinking of offering the suggestion in the first place, but like most things that beron does, the words tumble out clumsily anyways. "i could teach you to do it yourself? in a safe way that will not become a mess."