Snippet #2507062

Kris Metzger

Kris glanced up as Bridgette waved and spoke, smiling around the cigar. He returned the wave with his left hand, removing the cigar and knocking the ash off the end into the ash tray with the other. "Eh, I've had more and less interesting days than this. Ain't a whole lot of busywork to do now that I've got my little golems runnin' about doing stuff I ain't fond of doing. Can't complain though. How 'bout you? Gettin' much business with your little vegetable market over there?" Kris replied, waving the cigar about lazily as he spoke.

Inside the shop, the golems skittered about, some stopping and observing others, and two clattered their bones at one another irritably before parting and waving their paws about, stomping away to attend to similar tasks at opposite ends of the store. Kris glanced over his shoulder idly at the scene unfolding in the shop, shaking his head and chuckling. "Ain't too sure why I gave them little personalities like that. Guess it makes 'em feel a little more lively than they would be if they were just normal golems." He thought to himself, bringing the cigar to his lips and taking a few puffs off of it. "Might be a good idea to get out a bit more than I have been lately. Anthropomorphising the help probably ain't a good sign."

Kris furrowed his brow, taking a puff off of his cigar before pointing it across the street at Bridgette. "Hey, Bridgette, you know if there's anything going on in town tonight? I need to get out of the shop at some point soon. Goin' a bit stir crazy sitting around with the golems all the time. I mean, yeah, they do their job and all, but they ain't much for conversation. No vocal cords'll do that to ya." Kris said, keep his brow furrowed in confusion.