[Fortunately for both of them, Edward is from a time period where blacksmiths and forges were still a thing--one slowly dying out, admittedly, but definitely still a thing--and he recognises the sounds of them easily enough.]
[When he gets confirmation that he's in the right place, Edward stops where he is and stands still. He tilts his head slightly at the sound of someone approaching; he picks up the unevenness in the man's gait, and the heaviness of his steps. The vibrations through his own feet, bare and directly in contact with the ground, tell him there's something different about this man's feet. They're too heavy, too inflexible, to be normal human feet. Is he wearing prosthetics?]
[It doesn't matter. Edward is too polite to bring it up. Instead, he offers his right hand and a tentative smile in the direction of the man's voice.]
No, I didn't give it. I'm Edward Courtenay, and it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance.
[Up close, the scars on his temples and the grey blurring over his pupils is very apparent.]
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[When he gets confirmation that he's in the right place, Edward stops where he is and stands still. He tilts his head slightly at the sound of someone approaching; he picks up the unevenness in the man's gait, and the heaviness of his steps. The vibrations through his own feet, bare and directly in contact with the ground, tell him there's something different about this man's feet. They're too heavy, too inflexible, to be normal human feet. Is he wearing prosthetics?]
[It doesn't matter. Edward is too polite to bring it up. Instead, he offers his right hand and a tentative smile in the direction of the man's voice.]
No, I didn't give it. I'm Edward Courtenay, and it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance.
[Up close, the scars on his temples and the grey blurring over his pupils is very apparent.]