IstaunVal watched closely for the possibility of a counter attack as Navan stepped back a step, not missing the casual dropping of his hands; so the wood elf wasn’t as completely incompetent as he seemed IstaunVal thought to himself. Relaxing slightly when no attack was apparently going to happen, he quickly took a moment to assess the situation and couldn’t help but sense that Aarik too was on edge. Not wanting a pitched three way battle in the middle of the corridor IstaunVal relaxed and removed his hands from out of his sleeves as he exhaled slowly.
“No Navan, the apology is mine to make. I have...over reacted I think.” He smiled slightly as he offered Navan a short apologetic bow of his head. “It’s just...” he spread his hands apart slightly, beseeching understanding. “ Everybody knows of my skills, so whether its forgery work or a new enchantment spell for someone’s armour, clothing or weapon, to a new potion recipe, or as in this case, just some simple research information; to keep the confidential integrity of my more highly priced skills intact, I must treat all my work as if they are all highly confidential.”
He smiled, hoping he had put them both at ease as well as convinced them that the documents he carried really weren’t of any real importance. “But if you are still interested in talking to me about my work, then I will be happy to discuss it with you at some other time perhaps. Unfortunately I’m rather busy today, but I should be free tomorrow or the next day if either of you like.” He said as he flicked his gaze between them.