>>6125117>>6125118>>6125123>>6125186>>6125644>>6125778>Why do you need all those bandages, were you cursed?"Ace..." Lorelei gives you a look, but Mr. Brigit just holds up his hand with another wheezing laugh.
"I don't mind it, Lorelei, I could see the fella was wantin' to ask first second he saw me. Curse though, now that's a funny way to ask."
He reaches a hand out to give you a better look at his bandages. Meticulously wrapped for maximum coverage and minimum waste while letting him stay protected without hindering his movement. It's as if he treats wrapping himself up each day like creating a suit of mastercrafted armor, banded in cloth and reinforced by flesh and will of steel.
"Could call it a curse if ya want, but it's just 'cause of some old battle scars. Guess that'd make me a cursed soldier, even if my fightin' days are long done, eh?"
While he said it as a joke, you can't help but feel a little excited by that idea. A warrior of old bearing accursed scars from doing battle with dark foes...
>If you want an apprentice, are you a master craftsman?"Master craftsman, huh? I wouldn't go that far, kid, but I do know a thin' or two 'bout makin' a thin' or two. I've had plenty of time to work my skills, but..."
Mr. Brigit rubs the back of his head.
"I s'ppose I'm just feelin' like it's 'bout time I pass on what I learned to someone else. Ain't got no kids of my own to teach, but ah, an apprentice would do well 'nuff I reckon."
Lorelei nods, though her eye trails the floor for a moment before it comes back to you.
>You were a warrior? Do you have any cool stories of valor?>As a cursed smith, could you craft arcane armaments for us?>Thank you for the stories, but it's time we set off on our quest!>Write-in 