Albrecht jumped at the creature that popped out of the strange object. His own family never had the privilege of owning a timekeeping device, and the youth was mesmerized by the intricacies of the clockwork.

Then he realized it was midday, and they were barely halfway done with cleaning up the place.

[b]"Aw shit, here we go again,"[/b] Albrecht grimaced, remembering all the times his procrastination had cost him before. It was definitely time to try harder now. No stops, no breaks, just hella hard work. Wielding his damp cloth like a mythic blade of eldritch power, he scrubbed away with renewed vigor, singularly dedicated to this grim task. 

One hour later, the shop was as clean as it'd ever be, and Albrecht wiped his brow, sweating but satisfied. Nothing like honest labour to do one's heart good,  after all. Squeezing black water out of the cloth, he wiped his dirtied hands on his trousers, before turning to Janine. [b]"Gonna bounce and check out the carnival now. Just, like, ask for me at the Cockatrice's Crow tomorrow morning if you're ready to go, yeah?[/b]

He spared only a couple seconds before bounding out of the store, eager to see all the wild, eccentric things that folk in Marian's Grove never did.