>>5421452>>5421460>>5421463>>5421587>>5421668>Defend your master. She’s got her strong points.>Nobody is better, smarter, kinder, or more shapely than OUR MASTER.“I’d ask that you take that back, sir.” You raise your fists in a show of NOBLE JUSTICE. “You should know that there’s not a wizard in the world that can measure up to my master’s intelligence, her kindness, or her shapeliness! And even if she were fat, it’s because she stomachs my food each and every day without complaint–”
“Feh–.. easy, boy, don’t come off your leash now. I’m just jesting.” The glassblower snorts, picking at his nose with a free finger. “You’ve got a real loyal one here, SIGRID. It seems he sees right through your tricks. How troublesome, eh?”
“Enough.” Sigrid folds her arms. “I’m here for a BUSCHGROSSMUTTER decanter. It’s an express order. I need this done now, and quick.”
“So right to business, then? You know the rules.” Cornwall grunts, slinging his rifle back over his back and tucking behind a desk. He reaches into his desk to remove a sheaf of parchment. “Just fill out yer paperwork, twenty minute turn-around or your money back, not responsible for magical death or dismemberment from any misuse of the instruments.”
>Speak with Sigrid while she fills out paperwork.>Talk to Mr. Cornwall about her.>Perhaps you’ll wait outside with Molly.>Write-In. 