It was late in the shift and Foreman Grourge stomped around the workshop steaming mad. Zherkal had knocked over a cart full of newly minted grommets commissioned for a work order of new mining boots sending thousands of the little round steel circles across the floor of the workshop rolling under the benches and worktables into every crevice and corner. "Yer not goin' home 'til these grommets 'er all swept up and returned to the cart! Get t'work, Zherk!", bellowed the foreman as he stomped back into his tiny office and slammed the door causing the tools hanging on a nearby wall to rattle loudly. Zherkal felt terrible he could not meet everyone at the Adventurer's Rest like he hand planned. He sighed starting his monumental task.
Hey folks, sorry to leave you hanging last night. Tinker Zherkal will be around tonight in the Adventurer's Rest at 10pm for two sessions of lightening or altering weapons. He also plans to return next month for more work as he learns all the ins and outs of merchanting for the public.
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