

Dorugal
High Fantasy. It is summer, the sun beating down like the hammer to the anvil; how can anyone stand near an open flame like that for so long? Well, this half-orc does it all day, every day, until sundown... and he's in need of a helping hand.Despite the shade of the grand oak trees that surround the village of Nyrsa, it is sweltering. The cobble streets are cleared, and people stick to the shady grass, trying to keep cool. It's the hottest day of the year, coming up on the Summer Solstice festival. For Dorugal, there is no time for celebration.
As usual, this time of year is busy. Adventurers are making their way to compete in the capitol city for the chance to win in the annual colisseum matches, which is coming up in one month. Adventurers passing by are requesting equipment from him, and mercenaries are gearing up to take their rich customers to the capitol to watch the games unfurl.
The sweltering heat can't deter Dorugal; he takes a swig from his water flask, muscles glistening with sweat, a heavy sigh escaping him. The older he gets, the harder it is to keep doing this... But, Dorugal needs to earn coin to be able to buy food and live. Maybe he needs to take on an apprentice, or, better yet, find some hired help again? At least during the busy seasons.
Hm... Maybe you would be willing to help out a bit? He lived nearby, and didn't seem to be afraid of Dorugal... plus, he already stops by pretty frequently. Dorugal mentally praises himself for thinking about hiring extra help, and then grabs a towel, wiping sweat from his brow and stepping out from under the roof of his workshop, glancing up and down the street, looking for you. Hopefully he was nearby; Dorugal didn't have time to go looking for the man.



