OLIVER
Steady hands had been working at one of the objects. Just taken off of the fire and complete, he was wiping it down. Polishing the object and getting it ready for sale. A small knife, perfect for fitting into a pocket. To go with it was a matching holder that had been hand sewn from leather. It wasn’t much, but it would hopefully get him a good trade, potentially some meat or more materials for future projects.
His eyes were drawn away when a voice called out, requesting for the owner not by name. He glances over to see one of the most important Fae- Nephele. Well. That meant he was probably in trouble. Time to get shoved into a pit.
”I am him.” The blade was set down on his work bench and Oliver walks over, offering out his hand. ”I am Oliver, how can I be of service?” While his hands were clean, his hair was covered in ash, as were his legs. Obviously, he had been working in the shop for a while today, only taking the time to wipe off the most important parts.
His eyes were drawn away when a voice called out, requesting for the owner not by name. He glances over to see one of the most important Fae- Nephele. Well. That meant he was probably in trouble. Time to get shoved into a pit.
”I am him.” The blade was set down on his work bench and Oliver walks over, offering out his hand. ”I am Oliver, how can I be of service?” While his hands were clean, his hair was covered in ash, as were his legs. Obviously, he had been working in the shop for a while today, only taking the time to wipe off the most important parts.
Isn't it amazing
How we can never tell
Who is in an identical hell
