Having escaped the Luinista unseen, the little elf now roamed the streets of the Dragon's Gate district. Carley was dressed somewhat appropriately for the occasion of cold weather - in her cap, her scarf, her coat - all variations of blue. The seemingly ever present shorts and stockings did little to keep the cold away, as was always the case, but it did little to deter her from wearing the things. In one hand she carried a disembodied chair leg - rough, wooden and worn. In her other hand was a flier, notes of her own scribbled on the back. She squinted as she peered from flier to street to flier to building. "Rue.. des.. Farfadets. Well la dee dah, Mister Woodwright. Ain't you fancy now?" Rolling eyes at her own words, she ceased her walk down the street. The location she had ended up was anything but fancy. In fact? It looked like a dump... What was that anyways? A small house attached to a bigger house? No, wasn't big enough to be a house. A shed? A storage building? She crinkled her nose at it. "Tch, that can't be right. Doesn't look like a Farfadet at all!" It was time to double check the flier.
As rickety as Glenn's shop was (and as short as it was even in comparison to the other houses nearby), it was at least insulated enough so that it was impossible to hear anything going on inside. Dim light filtered out through a large glass window to the right of two industrial doors, one set a little deeper in the frame than the other. Posted on the window was the name of his store, with the hours attached by suction cup to the other side. An "open" sign was attached haphazardly to the door on the left. The neighborhood, for all its shabbiness, was relatively quiet, with only the occasional murmur of conversation in Common and French filtering out onto the sidewalks.
No. It wasn't a mistake. This was the address! "Hm." Looking back up, Carley started to approach the building. The signs made it clear it couldn't be denied. "This is like a step down..." She thought Glenn's barn a much better place, although location-wise, being in the city was likely a better choice. With a shrug she kept walking, taking particular note of the 'open' sign. It was because of that sign that she didn't bother to knock on the door before entering. No no, she simply opened it and stepped inside without hesitation.
The interior was equally as unimpressive as the exterior, although for different reasons. It was cramped, with finished chairs and tables practically stacked on top of each other, with little room to navigate through to the back. The counter at the back and to the right side was tiny, with an ancient looking cash register that looked like it might not have been used for several decades. From the left, there was a set of double doors that was shut, but from behind which could be plainly heard the sound of nails being hammered into wood.
Carley let her gaze roam to take in her less than impressive surroundings. "Least the furniture's still lookin' good..." Murmuring to herself, she started shifting and sliding through the labyrinth of said furniture, navigating her way towards the back. It was one of those times being small was a good thing, as she was able to move near effortlessly. Finally reaching the counter, she made a rather annoyed face as she took note of the cash register that wasn't being tended to. "Tch, not smart." Shaking her head in disapproval, bright blues shifted towards the door. Opening her mouth, she prepared to call out to catch the attention of the one inside, but nothing sounded from her. Not just yet.
It was doubtful he'd heard the front door opening, considering how loud the hammering was even behind the doors. After a few moments, it ceased. The double doors swung open, with Glenn wiping his brow with a white cloth liberally stained with varnish and paint. Seeing somebody near the cash register, he put on an apologetic smile. opening the door to toss the cloth back into his workspace. "Sorry about that. How can I-" He froze, when he finally realized who exactly it was standing in his shop. "...Carley?" Nervous hands reached for the single jade arrowhead hanging around his neck, and clutched it tightly.
As rickety as Glenn's shop was (and as short as it was even in comparison to the other houses nearby), it was at least insulated enough so that it was impossible to hear anything going on inside. Dim light filtered out through a large glass window to the right of two industrial doors, one set a little deeper in the frame than the other. Posted on the window was the name of his store, with the hours attached by suction cup to the other side. An "open" sign was attached haphazardly to the door on the left. The neighborhood, for all its shabbiness, was relatively quiet, with only the occasional murmur of conversation in Common and French filtering out onto the sidewalks.
No. It wasn't a mistake. This was the address! "Hm." Looking back up, Carley started to approach the building. The signs made it clear it couldn't be denied. "This is like a step down..." She thought Glenn's barn a much better place, although location-wise, being in the city was likely a better choice. With a shrug she kept walking, taking particular note of the 'open' sign. It was because of that sign that she didn't bother to knock on the door before entering. No no, she simply opened it and stepped inside without hesitation.
The interior was equally as unimpressive as the exterior, although for different reasons. It was cramped, with finished chairs and tables practically stacked on top of each other, with little room to navigate through to the back. The counter at the back and to the right side was tiny, with an ancient looking cash register that looked like it might not have been used for several decades. From the left, there was a set of double doors that was shut, but from behind which could be plainly heard the sound of nails being hammered into wood.
Carley let her gaze roam to take in her less than impressive surroundings. "Least the furniture's still lookin' good..." Murmuring to herself, she started shifting and sliding through the labyrinth of said furniture, navigating her way towards the back. It was one of those times being small was a good thing, as she was able to move near effortlessly. Finally reaching the counter, she made a rather annoyed face as she took note of the cash register that wasn't being tended to. "Tch, not smart." Shaking her head in disapproval, bright blues shifted towards the door. Opening her mouth, she prepared to call out to catch the attention of the one inside, but nothing sounded from her. Not just yet.
It was doubtful he'd heard the front door opening, considering how loud the hammering was even behind the doors. After a few moments, it ceased. The double doors swung open, with Glenn wiping his brow with a white cloth liberally stained with varnish and paint. Seeing somebody near the cash register, he put on an apologetic smile. opening the door to toss the cloth back into his workspace. "Sorry about that. How can I-" He froze, when he finally realized who exactly it was standing in his shop. "...Carley?" Nervous hands reached for the single jade arrowhead hanging around his neck, and clutched it tightly.