Georgia wasn't sure if it was due to whatever weird thing was affecting the man, or if this place just had really reasonably priced furniture but she knew a good deal when she heard it.Arkrite wrote: ↑Tue Feb 19, 2019 4:39 am Georgia Fiddler
Taking a quick look around the shop you can see that it's starting to see a bit of neglect, with the tools and shavings starting to build up around the work area while the rest of the shop seems to be cleaner, though showing signs of gathering dust.
Getting in closer nets you a good look at the table he's working on and even without an in depth knowledge in woodworking it's easy to see that this new table is poorly put together mess. One of the legs is too short, some of the planks are longer than others, a couple taper where they should have been straight. At best with a lot of time and effort somebody might be able to sand the works down, but you suspect they'd be better off starting again.
The man himself seems a little slow mentally, but otherwise healthy. In an older man you might assume he was getting addled in his old age, but he's middle aged if anything. A good look at his neck reveals nothing but sweat and sawdust, no signs of bite-marks, bruises, rashes or any other out of the ordinary.
"Uh, Fourteen? Yes, fourteen copper for the chair," He says, smearing sawdust on his forehead as he absently rubs his forehead with his hand.
"Sold." She quickly counts out coins into the man's palm."It was a pleasure doing business with you."
Georgia picks up her new stool and heads out of the shop to rejoin the others. Her cheerful expression drops into a more concerned one immediately once she's out of the carpenter's sight. Something was definitely wrong here, sure as cows eat grass.