As he approached, the scent of hot iron and sweat enveloped him. Rander, a hulking figure with arms like tree trunks, was hammering away at a glowing piece of metal. The giant paused, wiping his brow with a forearm, and turned to face Zerutod. “Ah, you’re here!” Rander boomed, his voice deep and rumbling like distant thunder. “I appreciate you taking this on. I can’t leave my shop unattended, not with those ruffians lurking about.”
“Ruffians?” Zerutod feigned innocence, tilting his head slightly. “You mean the ones who think vandalism is a sport?”
Rander chuckled, a sound that vibrated through the air. “Exactly! They think they can just come in and ruin my hard work. I need you to keep an eye out. Can you do that?”
“Of course, Rander,” Zerutod replied, his tone soft yet confident. “I’ll make sure your shop remains intact. Just enjoy your contest.”
“Right! Just keep the place safe, will you?” Rander’s eyes narrowed, a hint of concern creeping into his expression. “If they show up, don’t hesitate to call for help.”
Zerutod waved a dismissive hand. “Oh, I’ll be fine. Just a little chat, perhaps? I’m quite good at diffusing situations.”
Rander raised an eyebrow, skepticism etched on his face. “You? Diffuse? Just don’t get yourself hurt, alright?”
“Me? Hurt?” Zerutod laughed lightly, the sound almost melodic. “I’m as harmless as a kitten. Just a little blind man trying to make his way in the world.”
Rander shook his head, a smile breaking through his worry. “You’re a strange one, Zerutod. But I trust you. I’ll be back before you know it.”
With that, Rander clapped a massive hand on Zerutod’s shoulder, the weight of it grounding him. As the giant strode away, Zerutod turned to the shop, a flicker of determination igniting within him. Let them come, he thought, a smirk playing on his lips. I’ll show them just how harmless I can be.
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