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[god_of_the_arena]

Work started early.

Gannicus didn't have a problem with early mornings, but sometimes they had a problem with him. Especially if he'd been drinking the night before... and he was almost always drinking the night before. But this morning had not been awful, and their small farm was developing into something more substantial now that there was actual livestock. Tending the sheep before coming here somehow made him almost chipper.

Or at least, he didn't object so much when his boss had him work the front counter after a few hours of actual butchering. At least now the technology and customs were not so alien to him, and he could get along well with most customers. And he had a mug of coffee tucked behind the register that he revisited often as he restocked the display counter.

He glanced up when the bell over the door rang.

"Good morning."

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[mettle_some]

A butcher shop! Tansy has a great list of things in Darrow that she likes — even loves — but packaged meats, while convenient, are not one of them. She's delighted to find this place, and makes her way inside to find something for a nice dinner.

When the handsome man behind the counter greets her, she dips into a shallow curtsey.

"Hullo," she replies with a shy but sunny smile. He's much too broad and tanned to remind her of Lancot, but he still reminds her of home. "I'm so happy I've found this place! Meat in the grocers just isn't the same."