That new shopkeep across the street has been staring at me all day. They act like they haven’t seen a fuckin’ half-giant before, Alistair thought to himself, a light scowl gracing his chiseled features for a brief moment before it disappeared just as fast. He clicked his tongue in mild annoyance, quenching the sword he was working on in an oil bath, the sizzling sound filling the workshop.

He glanced up again from his work and saw them peeking out from their window for a moment. “Tch,” he’d vocalize before pulling his apron off and grabbing a rag. Whatever, it’s break time anyway. He wiped his hands down and moved to the back of the workshop to wash his hands and enjoy his lunch.

Just as he was about to take a bite of his lunch, he heard the ringing of the door opening. Fuck, I forgot to flip the sign… He thought, grumbling to himself as he stood up. “I’m closed right now,” Alistair flatly said, stepping into the main area.

Anon. What do they want? He narrowed his eyes a little and crossed his arms over his broad, muscular chest, waiting for them to either leave or say what they wanted.