Snippet #2525198

Kris Metzger

"I'll be damned. Some sort of ritual, not an experiment. Somethin' new happens every day out here, eh Little man?" Kris sighed, glancing down at the golem pulling on his pants. Little man merely croaked in return, gesturing towards the door frantically. Sighing again, Kris untied his apron and tossed it towards the cash register, making sure to keep it from touching the floor. "Alright, boys, listen here. I need two of you to get my alchemy and my travel kit from down in the lab. Little man and I are headed out to handle some business, and I expect this place to be clean as a whistle when I get back, alright? No goofin' around and for the love of god don't get yourselves disassembled while I'm gone. We're runnin' low on ribs as it is." Kris snapped, pointing at two golems and moving towards the door with Little man hot on his heels. Two golems, one without a head entirely, scurried down the back stairs to the basement and rushed back with a well-kept binder and a black leather briefcase. "I'm locking the door, boys. No one goes in or out while I'm gone, understand? Gotta keep this place in some sort of order." Kris said, grabbing the binder and suitcase from the golems and moving outside with Little man.

Locking the door behind him, Kris set out towards the bakery just up the street. "I'll see if there ain't someone in the bakery that would be able to help with somethin' like this. That and see if I can't find Sweepy while I'm there." He mused, opening the door and following Little man inside. "As much as I hate to interrupt, and I really do, but we've got a bit of an emergency goin' on with someone who just moved here, goes by Adam. I need to find some sort of witch or wizard, and I ain't too good at the magic type of stuff or really pointin' out anyone who is. Any of y'all fit that description?" Kris said hurriedly, looking around at the various people in the shop. Little man, unaware of the change in task, toddled over with determination towards Lifaria and began croaking loudly at Sweepy, who croaked in return and gestured between himself and the cake display case.