[center][color=fff200][h2]Dora[/h2][/color][/center]
"Clunk clunk clunk---" Clutters of hammerings were made as Dora scraps her goods with her hammer & file at the town of Saint Fleur. Her vendor, fitting for her size, was a small one, like a lemonade stand. Her stall is full of scrapped Grandian equipments, some of those unworked ones coloured with bloodstains. In front of her stall was a note with scribbled handwriting: [b]"Steal anything and I'll rip ye throat ~"[/b]

Demands for weapon parts are high recently, and her stocks are depleting faster than usual. Dora was working on overtime today, because she was preparing to restock those 'Grandialites' from the Grandia border at midnight, where its dark enough for her to harvest them with a dagger & rifle. 

Rubbing away her sweat with her rough blistery hand, Dora tiptoed and stretched out her hand towards her table for her plate of bread, putting her hammer at one side, making for a short break. She wasn't sure on the commotion on the street at this timing, her petite height and the evening crowd makes it hard for her to discern the situation. Either, it will be a busy night. [color=fff200]"Grughh, Another round of treasure hunting~"[/color] Her voice muffled through the unswallowed pieces of bread.