Villager: Arax
Typhoon
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Villager Info
ID: #409793
Name: Arax
Gender: Male
Location: Olde Foxbury
Born 4 years, 5 months ago
Career: Blacksmith
Owner: TwelfthUWU
Species: Leodon
Color: Arctic
Buffs:House: Olde Foxbury House (59/83)
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About
Finding Arax to talk to him was difficult. Getting him to actually answer your questions was near impossible. Every time you tried to talk, he would begin hammering or doing some kind if work that would drown you out.
After quite some time, and you're just about ready to quit, he sets down his tools.
"What."
You look up at him from across the work bench. "Hm?"
"What do you want. You've been following me around all day."
"Oh! I wanted to ask about you."
He turns his attention to his tools, and begins polishing them instead of hammering. "I'm not taking orders. There's a sign at the door."
"No, no, I'm not here for tools. I want to know about you. What's your story?"
His eyes dart down to the missing fin on his left arm. It looked like it had been snapped clean off many years ago. "You came to ask a stranger about where he's from."
"Well, you are a Leodon. There's not many of those in Olde Foxbury. Or those," you point to his Blue Shelhowl, which was sleeping in the corner.
"Typhoon 'n me are from outside o' Oceandome."
"But, why are you so... y'know..."
He makes a point of raising one eyebrow. "Angry?"
You nod, avoiding his near-glare.
"I just am. Now scram."
The way he held his hammer above his shoulder was a clear indication of his spent patience. You hurry out the door, deciding you might have more success tomorrow.
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After quite some time, and you're just about ready to quit, he sets down his tools.
"What."
You look up at him from across the work bench. "Hm?"
"What do you want. You've been following me around all day."
"Oh! I wanted to ask about you."
He turns his attention to his tools, and begins polishing them instead of hammering. "I'm not taking orders. There's a sign at the door."
"No, no, I'm not here for tools. I want to know about you. What's your story?"
His eyes dart down to the missing fin on his left arm. It looked like it had been snapped clean off many years ago. "You came to ask a stranger about where he's from."
"Well, you are a Leodon. There's not many of those in Olde Foxbury. Or those," you point to his Blue Shelhowl, which was sleeping in the corner.
"Typhoon 'n me are from outside o' Oceandome."
"But, why are you so... y'know..."
He makes a point of raising one eyebrow. "Angry?"
You nod, avoiding his near-glare.
"I just am. Now scram."
The way he held his hammer above his shoulder was a clear indication of his spent patience. You hurry out the door, deciding you might have more success tomorrow.
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