The store is open this time. You see an elderly man hitting a piece of glowing metal with a hammer through the glass.

The store is open this time. You see an elderly man hitting a piece of glowing metal with a hammer through the glass.


I tamper down my excitment and at least attempt to school my expression, before giving up and rushing inside to observe.

He doesn't seem to notice you come in. There are some trinkets and tools lined up on a table near you and other things hanging off the wall.

He doesn't seem to notice you come in. There are some trinkets and tools lined up on a table near you and other things hanging off the wall.


I focus my attention on what he's doing right now, I'd practiced a bit of metalwork, but found I much prefered my gizmos and electricties. It was still fascinationg though.

He seems to be making a dagger or knife.

My interest quickly moved to the walls, remembering my compass plan I start looking for anything that could spark an idea for a base. Wood would probably work but I did so love metalwork, and they had such interesting design ideas.

You see a few hachets a couple axes, even a machete.

I hum thoughtfully, and quickly grab my journal, flipping to my tools page, and start to sketch out some rough designs. It seems to house mostly weapons and tools here.

The old man still hasn't noticed you, so you have some silence when he isn't hitting metal.

The old man still hasn't noticed you, so you have some silence when he isn't hitting metal.


After I finish sketching i'll politely clear my throat so as to catch his attention.