Iza was enjoying his day as he was making jewels off the road near Worth Woodsea. It wasn’t hard to make a bunch of people laugh and do something stupid. It was something they found entertaining and he would get paid for it. While he was doing this, he noticed that there was someone upset about something. It would seem like they were going to put something up as they needed help.
“How can I help ya sir?” The man with the fancy jester outfit would approach him.
The man would look at him and he would hand him the paper. He would read through it and he would look at the client as he would disappear. Iza would think of him as a piece of shit forcing him to do work when he asked him a simple question.
Still, his job was simple. He was to find out who was stopping these two villages from concluding their deal with each other.
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