The street at dusk looked as if it were dusted with gold, and the fiery red setting sun was still a bit harsh on the eyes.
Lin Mo stepped onto the golden-red street and followed a familiar path into Edgar's forge.
Even for a young and energetic Dwarf, a full day of work was tiring.
There were only a few scattered customers left in the shop, and the last of them were about to leave. It was almost time to close for the day.
Edgar set down his hammer and was about to shout for his clerk to close up when he saw a familiar figure walk in.
He was carrying a flagon of wine, which he set on the counter.
"You brat. Finally decided to show up?"
Edgar tugged at his beard. "I've been waiting for three days!"
"Haha, sorry, I've been busy the last couple of days... But look, I brought you a gift. It's from your favorite tavern—the good stuff. This flagon cost 15 Silver Coins."
Edgar picked up the flagon and sniffed it. It was indeed a familiar aroma.
