The tavern door swings open, and a old robed man walks in at a hastened pace, his expression is hard and angry. Following directly behind him is a young boy, with a worried look on his face, as though he had knew he was about to be punished.
The bartender steps forward to whisper something, before heading back to do his usual chores. The old man's frowns chisel themselves even deeper, but they ease themselves back as he sighs.
"Hello, everyone! I am Niks, a master crafter of magical and arcane items. This is my apprentice, Knax." he tells the crowd.
"Ahem.." he clears his throat, as though there were words he's been holding back "...it is with great humility, that I request the aid of the gifted people."
"This task will require agility and brawn, knowledge and experience. If you volunteer yourself, please speak to me later in the room at the back."
And with that, Niks and Knax shuffles away into the room.
The bartender steps forward to whisper something, before heading back to do his usual chores. The old man's frowns chisel themselves even deeper, but they ease themselves back as he sighs.
"Hello, everyone! I am Niks, a master crafter of magical and arcane items. This is my apprentice, Knax." he tells the crowd.
"Ahem.." he clears his throat, as though there were words he's been holding back "...it is with great humility, that I request the aid of the gifted people."
"This task will require agility and brawn, knowledge and experience. If you volunteer yourself, please speak to me later in the room at the back."
And with that, Niks and Knax shuffles away into the room.
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