Expecting a larger workshop or maybe a lot more movement, Walker was somewhat disappointed finding that he was looking at a small workshop behind a bar of all places. He had entirely expected that he would have been somewhat nearby the crafting guild.
He even imagined that he would find this workshop in the heart of the merchant roads so that materials could be bought. Yet, this demon had found a spot on a farm and was quietly working in a field full of corn. The farmers weren't even nearby.
Yet, the demon had paid the rent and was working easily without a care. It was even more shocking since the demon was barely ten years old. Just old enough to know the truth of the slavery they had been born in to and young enough to be able to go out in the world and face the new potential that was right there to grasp in their hands.
Regardless, there was also the fact that this peaceful environment greatly contrasted what they were able to see compared to what they were born in to.
