SongOfTheSpiritWolf
One Thousand Club
The shopkeeper was slightly toned man, about the age of 40-45. He had gray-ish hair with rusty brown-orange cat features. He had asked Cystennin. He picked up a rag and started wiping the counter, cleaning up random dust bits. The man was named Elm (lawl brainded) and he started putting goods on the shelves. The shop was crowded with miscellaneus items. Cans lined the shelves, with even more things hanging on the halls. A rope, a big tophat, water jugs, the basic survival things along with random other stuffs. Elm yawned and lenaed back in his chair. One could say the store was a little run-down and messy, but it was filled with useful things.Rekka
Rekka blinked," Not far," he said. It was several streets down, about a 15 minutes a walk.
Rekka blinked," Not far," he said. It was several streets down, about a 15 minutes a walk.