A suffering he thought he would feel upon his arrival but the world had proved him delightfully wrong. Still, companionship came in many forms and Dorian was nothing but a social butterfly, always keen on meeting and speaking to new people, seeing where things would lead and as it stood right now, it was left at the mage taking the others hand and giving a small squeeze at his bashful expression before pulling away and taking up his own digging alongside the other, a distance away, enough for the plants to bloom, to grow, much like relationships would do on their own with time. It was rather amusing though, seeing the previous rather confident individual become sheepish and he would place it away in his bank of memories for a quip to be summoned later.

"That is essentially true though highly unfortunate, it's rather painful to even consider." A joke, a small murmur of humour and he looked over to the other. A bard to him was nothing magical, they travel and could sing, state poems and perform other arts normally found in taverns or on the roads for a weary traveller yet the comfort they could bring in song was magic in its own right. "A bard with a spirit comrade, is it? You know my next question is going to be what your craft of choice is so you might as well as own up to it; a singer, or a dancer, perhaps a bit of both."

Teasing at this point, he utters a small chuckle at the comment and well, a date is never a bad thing to say no too and here they where, hands deep in soil discussing it, it made Dorian smile and shake his head in a fond manner.

"If I was to have a guess I would say at least two bottles of wine before moving onto something stronger." He uttered, looking towards Cricket with an arch of his brow. "Do you plan to wine and dine me to get the story out, hm? I can assure you it's quite lengthy and not worth your time."