Villager: Jake Franc-Catabola
Villager Info
ID: #28594
Name: Jake Franc-Catabola
Gender: Male
Location: Tigereye Peak
Born 9 years, 5 months ago
Career: Blacksmith
Owner: Teriksa_Sunwhit
Species: Canine
Color: Black
Buffs:House: FurCoin House
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About
An extremely skilled spearman whose abilities nonetheless pale in comparison to Tradeux's staffsmanship. He is the head of the town's guard and, as such, has enough free time to craft weapons and armour for the other warriors in the village. His sister often spends her time up at the peak of the mountain, flying, though she is nearly impossible to spot. Ask Jake about her and he won't say much.
He is married to Candit Catabola, the excessively loving white wolf.
He is married to Candit Catabola, the excessively loving white wolf.
I think he wants me to come over to the warehouse.
Um, Candit is yelling at me.
Okay, though I'm not really sure where you came from, my dear.
And there you go, off again, to find that salve.
Oh yes, Candit! Please, if you would, as I can feel the illness getting worse even as we stand here. Haha.
Oh! We have some of that salve. I recently purchased it from some creepy peddler at a highly discounted price!
I'm actually not feeling too well... I came down with some sickness while traveling through the Calling Forest and I believe I'm in need of a certain sticky, white, and shiny solution. I would have picked some up from the mansion itself but I wasn't sure about how many ghouls I could face in my condition.
Let's spar! I'll get Candit to score!
Hey, I'm in for a few. Wanna do anything? Is Teriksa available? I haven't seen him in a few months and our communications were interrupted when I went through Overhelm.
Candit, what have I told you about magic in the house?
No, don't give me that look.
...
Aw, babe...
*Sigh*
Okay, I'll help you clean this up.
All appears to be well. I am on my lunch break right now and nothing interesting has happened.
Not sure, however, if I want something interesting to happen. It's all fun and games until someone gets killed, though there has hardly been more crime than the theft of a sweet roll in the past several weeks. My joints are becoming achey; perhaps I should be practicing more often with Trad while waiting for real crime.