<div class="floatleft">(https://38.media.tumblr.com/a5cb95fad14a498b4e83d64fbdbaadf5/tumblr_nhf421QhTh1ra7k9xo1_250.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Flynn Kettleblack</strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1076300)</span><br/><strong>AC:</strong>18<br/><strong>HP:</strong>Full<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Normal<br/><hr/><br/>"What the hell were you doing with it?"  Flynn growled good-naturedly at the customer standing at his stall, looking rather sheepish, as the halfling examined the pistol he'd brought for repairs.  At the murmured reply, Flynn lifted his gaze with an expression that was half amusement and half disbelief, before his roaring laughter rang out through Allsorts, a not uncommon sound.  "Are you serious?  No, no...Of<em>course</em>you're serious.  No one would lie about that.  Well, I should be able to get this fixed up for you by the end of the day, and it'll only cost you 20 gold.  Consider it a discount lesson, boy.  Oh, and in the future?  Try using the hilt of a dagger, or even the damned grip of the pistol, rather than the barrel.  It'll do a sight less damage and make your sexual explorations less pricey."<br/><br/>He grinned as the young man nodded hurriedly and then scampered off blushing brightly, before returning his attention to the pistol with a chuckle.  When Ishani walked up, he grunted acknowledgement without lifting his head, grumbling a bit when he heard the message.  Summoned to Larsen's office.  Well, even though it would take him away from his work, he owed the man the courtesy of getting off his ass and making the short trek.  Besides, he could pick up a cup of wine along the way.  He set the broken pistol in a chest under his stall, locking it away before heading through Allsorts to Larsen's office.  Indeed, as he stepped inside he was sipping from a wooden cup of red wine, likely not his first or last of the day.