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The cobbler usually wasn't one to snoop on other's business, but he couldn't avoid hearing about one of his neighbors talking about this one farmer mucking about with his home and offering a reward for labor. Both a perfect chance to meet someone outside the settlement and a welcome respite from the dyeing project gone awry again and again.
A belt comfortably loaded down with the usual assortment of tools and bags creaked and clinked merrily as the cobbler made his way between the patchy spring fields and low stone walls. He could've sworn he had already passed the exact same barn thrice already and been told to go on further every single time, but he thought that he'd finally arrived.
Just as the sun cleared the treetops he knocked on yet another door, hoping to not have taken another wrong turn. "Heill, it is the cobbler from town, caught word of someone needing a hand!"
A belt comfortably loaded down with the usual assortment of tools and bags creaked and clinked merrily as the cobbler made his way between the patchy spring fields and low stone walls. He could've sworn he had already passed the exact same barn thrice already and been told to go on further every single time, but he thought that he'd finally arrived.
Just as the sun cleared the treetops he knocked on yet another door, hoping to not have taken another wrong turn. "Heill, it is the cobbler from town, caught word of someone needing a hand!"
