Lordroc pauses and fixes his eyes on this man with a heavy glare.
After a moment, the glare breaks and a friendly smile replaces it. "A challenge of-course!"
"I hope I didn't traverse the turbulence of the big wet just to end up without opponent?!" he laughs.
Lodroc pauses again. "There... are craftsmen here... yes?" A tinge of concern quivers in his voice.
A moment passes as the man looks at him with confusion and gestures to the stalls surrounding them.
The rhythmic chime of a hammer striking metal from one of the stalls pulls Lodroc back into reality, only now grasping where he is.
"Oh, excuse me." Lodroc apologizes. He cracks his knuckles and drifts adamantly forwards toward the source, almost knocking over the man who initiated in the first place.
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