Tools of a Trade ||@cagcdlxve||
After near two weeks in this new world, he'd come to terms with no magic yet, though he was informed they'd be returned in due time. No weapons, those too returned. No armor either, once again, returned in time. Perhaps even his little Owlbear cub could be returned to him.
For now, he needed time to get a job, to find something to assist him getting money for the long haul. He didn't imagine thieving being a terribly good idea. So, left wondering what he could do out of his age old skills from before his Spawn life.
Which led him to where he was now, peering through a window and inspecting a set of tailor's tools. They were well forged, decent and the blades looked nice and sharp. With that on his belt he could apply to be a tailor in that one shop he'd entered, who'd said you needed your own tools to even hope to be accepted.
Irritating, but fine. Perhaps then he could make himself his own clothing too.
"It's missing only one thing in this kit I'd like..." He murmurs to himself, an arm crossed over his chest, the other elbow resting on the forearm for his fingers to cup his chin as he thought it over, lost in his own thought.
















