"Some of it is boggan work, aye," Jorric continues, his voice tinged with pride. "We’ve got a gift for detail, and hands steady as the earth. But not all of it. Countess Blackfeather brought in some local artists—both mortal and Kithain—and they worked together. That’s what gives it its... flavor. See those lines there?" He points to a section of carving where flowing patterns ripple like water, interspersed with symbols that evoke feathers and stars.
"That’s Nunnehi-inspired. They weren’t exactly thrilled about collaborating, but the Countess has a way of convincing folks to see the bigger picture."
"The glimmerseeds are drifting early this year." He observes. "Hope you're not wearing wool - they'll get stuck as tight as burrs... or thistles, as it may be." A chuckle.
"Down that corridor, that small building with the domed roof? That's your quarters, one of our guest houses. I believe the Squire already dropped off your luggage and was escorted to review our library. Your Knight should be arriving soon as well, well, as soon as the Countess is done trying to wring out all her secrets." Amused.
"Pardon me, I have to go let the kitchens know we have three more for dinner." The boggan excuses himself, and Thistle is set at ease... possibly to meet up with Gwen?