You knock on the shop's door, before opening it. A tall, orcish woman drops her cup, hurriedly standing up, flushing in embarrassment. Assistant wanted, You state simply. Uh, that's right, The woman stammers, staring at you, as if baffled by your presence. You close the door, raising a sceptical brow, before offering her your hand. Tandri. She awkwardly returned the handshake, her hand closing around your smaller one easily. Sorry, I didn't expect anyone to actually show up on day one.
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