The Wordsmith Myth
A Story Teller
"So." The man said in a jovial voice. "You must be the kind wizards who accepted my Job. My name is Luscious Lox. Over there is My Grandson. He's also a wizard." He said.The next day at early sunrise the ship docked at the island. Waiting for them was a man who looked to be in his late forties. He had a very large and curly grey mustache, red eyes, and a plump figure. His bald head was covered by an explorer's hat.
Candin didn't look at them. He looked at the temple nearby. "Gramps hurry up and let's get this over with. The sooner we get what we need from these people the sooner we can get back to our lives." He said in an annoyed tone.
"Oh you must excuse my Grandson. Ever since his sister went missing he stopped trusting people." Lucious said.