"OY." Called a voice gruffly from somewhere in the shop. "If you already fergot wat wurr simpul instrucshuns—" A wizened and round looking man appeared wearing a dirty apron and wiping his hands with a cloth that looked about as effective as using mud to cleanse ones eyes, abruptly halted seeing Jigano.
Narrowing his eyes as if it was difficult to see, the man regarded Jigano for a moment before seemingly coming to some internal decision. Wiping a hand across his mouth he waved a careless hand in Jigano's direction. "Be right there." So saying, he shuffled into the back and when he returned moments later, his hands were spotless and on his face were a set of glasses that magnified his eyes what appeared to be several hundred times making him look incredibly comical.
"Right. Wat's it you be wantin' lad?"
Narrowing his eyes as if it was difficult to see, the man regarded Jigano for a moment before seemingly coming to some internal decision. Wiping a hand across his mouth he waved a careless hand in Jigano's direction. "Be right there." So saying, he shuffled into the back and when he returned moments later, his hands were spotless and on his face were a set of glasses that magnified his eyes what appeared to be several hundred times making him look incredibly comical.
"Right. Wat's it you be wantin' lad?"
