Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20200115032614/@comment-5543592-20200118234717

Dried and fresh butchered meat hung from hooks throughout the shop and at the shops center there was a table, where a well-built, balding man stood. He held a cleaver in one hand and was noisily chopping through steak bones. A bell jingled at the door when Clodagh entered, and he set his cleaver aside, wiping his hands on his apron.

"Can I help you?"