Niklas stood before a building. He hoped it was the right one. The last two he'd tried were not the ones he was looking for.<br/>He was tall, with long, dark, unkempt hair, a beard that was just as long, and a smell that told everyone near him that this barbarian's people had yet to perfect plumbing. His leather satchel, which held all of his worldly possessions, as well as his clothing of furs and hides, were salty from the ocean. With a deep, centering breath, Niklas drew himself up and tried to look big, an easy thing to do. Then with a determined scowl, he entered the shop.<br/><strong>"Akorian!"</strong>