*Sure, don’t know who I would use to meet them though, got any ideas?*
She sighs, letting them sleep and beginning to rest herself.
“I don’t know… I was just going for a walk and came over.”
He leads them to the back of the restaurant.
*somebody who'd frequent the market*
(Good end here,) A medium sized shack has appeared in the square, roughly put together and bearing a sign that reads "WEeMIn's STUFF!!"
"Hungry?" he asks, standing up and stretching
He follows, trying to grab their hand.
Isaiah, owner of a local shop for weapon crafting and similar things, walks over to the shack with a smile, curious to see what’s in the new place.
He stands up after them, looking up at them, “Sure, yeah.”
They notice, giving a soft smile and holding out their hand, giving them a firm grip. They introduce them to all of the other mob members.
The door to the shack is open, and at the back there is a counter, clearly the register. Behind it stands a short blue Lizardfolk, wearing shiny leather armor and a big smile.
He takes them to his small house, making sure they're close
He waves politely, sticking close to them as he smiles at the others weakly
He grins widely, adjusting himself to appear more professional, and less like a mad scientist with a penchant for faulty magic items, before walking inside, “Hello.” His Australian accent prominent.
They do stay close, maybe because he doesn’t know this place that well.
Loo makes sure they are comfortable, keeping the introductions short before taking them back out of the kitchen.
He grins widely, adjusting himself to appear more professional, and less like a mad scientist with a penchant for faulty magic items, before walking inside, “Hello.” His Australian accent prominent.
They do stay close, maybe because he doesn’t know this place that well.
Loo makes sure they are comfortable, keeping the introductions short before taking them back out of the kitchen.
"Hiii friend!! Welcome to Weemin's Stuff! I am Weemin, this is all my stuff!" on the shelves there are many things, ranging from actual junk, rocks, and old gear. nothing looks particularly useful besides a few dull knives and swords, a broken shield, a stringless bow. Every item is dirt cheap.
"Here we are. Shoes off, if you have any."
He gets into the booth again, holding his plush.
He begins picking out some of the actual junk, along with the broken weaponry, “What a charming shop, nice to meet you Weemin, I’m Isaiah, I run a shop nearby. I like everythin’ ya got here, looks really nice, all o’ it.”
He looks down to his shoes, which don’t look the best, but takes them off.
He grins widely, adjusting himself to appear more professional, and less like a mad scientist with a penchant for faulty magic items, before walking inside, “Hello.” His Australian accent prominent.
They do stay close, maybe because he doesn’t know this place that well.
Loo makes sure they are comfortable, keeping the introductions short before taking them back out of the kitchen.
"Hiii friend!! Welcome to Weemin's Stuff! I am Weemin, this is all my stuff!" on the shelves there are many things, ranging from actual junk, rocks, and old gear. nothing looks particularly useful besides a few dull knives and swords, a broken shield, a stringless bow. Every item is dirt cheap.
"Here we are. Shoes off, if you have any."
He gets into the booth again, holding his plush.
He begins picking out some of the actual junk, along with the broken weaponry, “What a charming shop, nice to meet you Weemin, I’m Isaiah, I run a shop nearby. I like everythin’ ya got here, looks really nice, all o’ it.”
He looks down to his shoes, which don’t look the best, but takes them off.
“Do you need anything else, friend?”
"Thank you! All these thingses, I found while looking around! I make store so people can buy Weemin's favorite treasures!"
He lets them enter first, wiping his paws as he follows after. The house is barebones, the same as every other house in Aspen that doesn't belong to the Gods.
he shakes his head, rubbing his eyes.
“And all of these are treasures indeed.” He puts everything he wants down on the counter, placing down three gold pieces “Here ya go, would this be enough for it all?”
He follows soon after them, walking inside and looking around with a smile, “Do you not have anything to decorate with? Do you want anything?”
“Getting tired I assume, do you want a place to stay?”
She rubs behind his ears, gently, enough not to cut them.
“Well… I would expect that of a god, I’ll try to talk to them later, but I wanna be with my friend right now.”
Once the deletable meal is finished he takes the dish, “Would you like to meet the rest of the staff?”
*Sure, don’t know who I would use to meet them though, got any ideas?*
She sighs, letting them sleep and beginning to rest herself.
“I don’t know… I was just going for a walk and came over.”
He leads them to the back of the restaurant.
Isaiah, owner of a local shop for weapon crafting and similar things, walks over to the shack with a smile, curious to see what’s in the new place.
He stands up after them, looking up at them, “Sure, yeah.”
They notice, giving a soft smile and holding out their hand, giving them a firm grip. They introduce them to all of the other mob members.
He grins widely, adjusting himself to appear more professional, and less like a mad scientist with a penchant for faulty magic items, before walking inside, “Hello.” His Australian accent prominent.
They do stay close, maybe because he doesn’t know this place that well.
Loo makes sure they are comfortable, keeping the introductions short before taking them back out of the kitchen.
He begins picking out some of the actual junk, along with the broken weaponry, “What a charming shop, nice to meet you Weemin, I’m Isaiah, I run a shop nearby. I like everythin’ ya got here, looks really nice, all o’ it.”
He looks down to his shoes, which don’t look the best, but takes them off.
“Do you need anything else, friend?”
“And all of these are treasures indeed.” He puts everything he wants down on the counter, placing down three gold pieces “Here ya go, would this be enough for it all?”
He follows soon after them, walking inside and looking around with a smile, “Do you not have anything to decorate with? Do you want anything?”
“Getting tired I assume, do you want a place to stay?”
*Cut for Salem.*
He shakes his hand and pushes the silver back to them, “Keep it, expand your treasure collection, consider it an investment in us becomin’ friends.”
“Hmm… may I ask why you think that way? Do you have anything particular reason?”
They begin leading them to his new home, on the outskirts of town, simple but happy, like his old home that burned down.
“Yes, but you said they are your favorite treasures, I’ve got to give you something worth your favorites.”
“Oh, I understand what you mean. I’m sorry.”
The home looks like his old one, Victorian. He leads them inside, allowing them to explore with him.
“Then they are worth even more.” He chuckles, taking the money “If you insist.”
“Okay.” He sits down somewhere, hands in his lap.
He notices and smiles “Don’t feel like stopping yourself, you stay here, consider it your home.”
*Oh, that’s ominous, I like it.*
“Well, you should come visit my shop some time, see you around.” He begins walking out.
He watches them, taking his notebook back out and writing.
He lets them rest, placing a blanket on them and going back out to do some work.