[center][h1]Grob[/h1][/center]

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November 18, 3:46 PM
West Commons

Grob was outside the front of his shop under a bridge at the west commons. It was nice for him. He could hear the surge of the market above him, and he didn't mind this at all. Anyone that needed to buy something from him knows where he is. His shop was more like a stall but there was what looked like piles of junk either side and it was rickety with nailed together wood and crudely drawn writing. Grob also put a small sign on the bridge pointing downwards to draw attention, see if anyone wanted to buy his wares. A loud clattering took his attention and he saw one of his four Gremlin servants dropping a bunch of stuff. "You idiot!" Grob shouted as he stormed torwards him. "You coulda blown this place sky high!" He complained. The gremlin started scraping all the dropped junk back into his arms. "Sorry boss! I'll put it down right away." He said, scurrying along. Grob simply wore brown trousers held by suspenders over his shoulders. He also had a pair of goggles on his head. "What do I pay ya for, ya git? Get goin'" Grob ordered.