Clint steps outside the changing room with the basket full of his gear in both hands and heads back to the main desk. He can see the older human from before conversing with Darbrand.

"Hey when are we going to get the smoothie machine working again?"

"I put in a work order to the Gnomical Tinkerer's Guild, to come fix it. One of the valves twisted off and embed into the stone wall across the street and one of the pipes burst. You’re going to have to stick the powder in a mug and stir it like everyone else."

"Hey is this the guy you were talking about?" The middle-aged man looks him up and down trying to size him up.

"That's right, this is Clint not much of a talker that one, but he is a paying valued member." He draws out, eyeing the older man.

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"Whoa, whoa, whoa you know I'm good for it. Pay day is next week and membership dues aren't due till two weeks after that."

"This place isn’t running itself you know. I got to keep the torches burning." Darbrand grumbles obviously overworked and stressed.

"Hey Clint, this way over here. We'll let the master of the house get back to work and out of his hair."

Clint was led over to the training area that the man and the female dwarf previously occupied. She was taking a short rest drinking from a mug on a bench. Clint could smell something sweet like the smell of berries.

"So, Clint, I'm assisting instructor Willson Everhart. I'll be your guide today."

"Hey Errna, grab a pair of training weapons I got a new guy for you to practice with."

"New guy, eh?" She downs the last of her mug. "What are yer’ good with?"