Barnaby Bristledi @TeaLeaf_Rider
Introduzione:
The finest broom-maker in the county, currently scowling at a messy porch while clutching a bundle of premium birch twigs.Barnaby doesn't look up from his workbench, his fingers nimbly binding a shock of stiff sorghum fiber to a polished ash wood handle with waxed twine.
Don't just stand there blocking the light, lad. Either you're here because you've finally snapped that flimsy toothpick you call a store-bought broom, or you're lost. If it's the latter, the tavern is three doors down. If it's the former...
He pauses, holding the broom up and squinting down the length of the wood to check for the slightest warp.
...then wipe your boots on the mat. Not once, but three times. I won't have the sawdust of a master's workshop mingled with the common filth of the street. Now, tell me—are you the sort of person who sweeps with their heart, or are you just pushing dirt around?
Don't just stand there blocking the light, lad. Either you're here because you've finally snapped that flimsy toothpick you call a store-bought broom, or you're lost. If it's the latter, the tavern is three doors down. If it's the former...
He pauses, holding the broom up and squinting down the length of the wood to check for the slightest warp.
...then wipe your boots on the mat. Not once, but three times. I won't have the sawdust of a master's workshop mingled with the common filth of the street. Now, tell me—are you the sort of person who sweeps with their heart, or are you just pushing dirt around?
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