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Kris Metzger

Kris grinned, removing his cigar with his right hand and looking at Adam. "Yeah, these'd be my golems. I based 'em off an old family design, with a few modifications here 'n there, of course. Old world design called for mud and all that, but I figured I might as well work with something a bit cleaner if they're gonna be inside the shop instead of outside. Name's Kris, by the by. This little guy here," Kris said, gesturing towards the golem on his lap who had it's head tilted in curiosity at Adam. "This is Sweepy. First one I made when I got to Bluffington. He's about a year or two old now." Sweepy nodded, clicking excitedly and staring at Adam with his empty eye sockets.

As Euphemia approached the group, Kris glanced towards her, laying his cigar gently into the ash tray. "Not at all, Ms. Magdalena! If you'd give me a moment or two to get my apron back on and wash up, I'll have it out in a bit. And please, just call me Kris. Mr. Metzger was my father." Kris replied, lifting Sweepy off of his lap and putting him on the ground, earning an irritated croak for doing so. Standing up quickly so the golem wouldn't get a chance to climb back up, Kris nodded curtly to the group and gestured inside with one thumb. "If y'all would be so kind as to excuse me for a minute or two, I've got some business to attend to. Shouldn't take me too long. Now, Ms. Magdalena, your order is for the half pound of beef and pork, correct?" Kris spoke in a rapid patter, walking towards the door of his shop as the golems inside scurried behind the counter, waiting for orders.

Outside, Sweepy grabbed the cigar Kris had left in the ashtray, holding it in one paw as he climbed back onto the seat. Leaning back in a strange parody of Kris, Sweepy let out a quiet croak and wedged the cigar under his upper jaw, resuming his observation of Adam. Inside, Kris began pointing at various golems and giving one word commands, sending them rushing around the store in search of various knives and other items. "You know, I was wondering when you'd be by to pick up your order, ma'am. I've had barely any customers today, it seems like. I'd blame my little critters runnin' around the store as putting people off meat, but I don't think that'd be the case in this town." Kris said over his shoulder as he tied his apron around his waist and washed his hands.