<div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/theathaschronicle/images/3/3c/78d56837c65dd199791a76dc0a5a6558.jpg/revision/latest/top-crop/width/360/height/450?cb=20171023104112)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Niles the Nerdist<br/><strong>Post Type:</strong><strong>Storytelling</strong><br/><strong>Time:</strong>Week 3, Day 2<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Alwyn, Kieri<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Heavy footsteps made their way through the Market, as unapologetically loud as any orc's, genius or no. What might have been strange, however, was the delight-filled hum that trailed in the air behind the towering green skinned figure. That, or the clay automaton that shuffled along beside him, kicking around dirt as it traversed in its way, a one foot-by-one foot box slung easily over its shoulder. "Ah, this must be the place, Kerry," Niles said as they stopped near the shop meticulously described in Alwyn's letters. Kerry rotated 90 degrees to face him, and with a blank stare, gave a slow nod. "Let's announce ourselves, shall we?"<br/><br/>He didn't wait for an answer (and for good reason: Kerry wouldn't give one). He simply walked toward the door, gave a few raps of his fist. Then, he waited, patient and humming his jaunty tune. He was excited to learn what these (possibly former) competitors had in mind. It seemed they were of the same mind on two particular matters. That was a good start. That, and the fact that, according Alwyn, goblin tradition was to business in the bluff. How had he never heard that before? He had so many questions. Did it show a shared vulnerability in honest deals? Was it to reveal off markings of rank or, better, scars of experience and bravery? He just had to know.