| Robin Mathews skips his way through the Forgeworks district, as fast as his fourteen year old legs can carry him. His pa sent him here into town to pick up the new scythe, and Robin cannot contain his excitement. With the jangle of gold pieces in his pocket and the thought of a large sausage soon to be his lunch, he weaves his way around the other pedestrians, looking for Tregar's shop.
I wonder what kind of designs he carved into the handle? thinks Robin, remembering the different curls and swooshes on all the other spades, rakes, and iron tools his pa has gotten from Tregar in the past. The boy was always fascinated with the dwarf's handiwork, and as the shop comes into view, his smile begins to grow.
However, the smile immediately disappears as he arrives at the door to the shop and sees the sign hanging there. 'Closed for the Day'. Closed? Now? It's not even midday! How can this be? Pa will be mighty upset if Robin returns to the famr without the new scythe!
The young man takes a few moments to glance in the windows of the shop, and sees that is is dark and empty. He then hurries around to the back, in hopes that some evidence of life can be found. But when the rear alley and entrance is also barren, he cannot hope but lose faith. Sighing, he moves to the rear door and raises his fist... and gives the wood a few hard, swift, knocks.
"Mister Tregar? Mister Tregar? Are you at home? I'm here to pick up my pa's new scythe!" | 
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