- Mr Welles is here. The lady is still asleep, and the master has been working in the forge since yesterday. - She stopped next to the elf. - I know you were supposed to have the day off today, but could you talk to him?
-Sure, no problem.- He replied, swallowing the last bite of his sandwich.- Is he in the master's office? -No, in the shop.- The girl shrugged.- He said he wanted to see the new space.
-Uh, I'm on my way to see him.- James stood up, straightened himself and briskly set off to meet his client.
As soon as he entered the shop, he immediately spotted the old man on the other side of the room. As he approached, he realised that the man had aged considerably in a short time. His once radiant, ruddy complexion had turned grey and wrinkled. His thick, raven-black hair had thinned, revealing receding hairline and a few grey strands. His characteristic upright posture had become stooped, and Mr Welles was leaning heavily on his cane.
-Good morning, Mr. Armand,- the elf greeted him with a bow.
-Hello, boy.- The man gave him only a brief glance and returned to looking at the armour on display.- How is Master Matheo?
-Thank you, he is well. Unfortunately, he is unavailable today, but I will try to assist you in his place.- Another slight bow and a professional smile.- Is there anything in particular that interests you?’
-Hmm...- Mr Welles did not answer for a moment, then pulled a few folded pages from the inside pocket of his coat.- I will need armour corresponding to these measurements, along with descriptions.
James took the pages and quickly looked them over. They contained measurements for various types of armour, mainly medium-sized, along with various comments. The elf quickly searched his memory, comparing the warehouse inventory with the list he had received.
-Fortunately, we have the right products in stock,- James muttered to himself. -We'll just need to adjust the fastenings and connections...- He thought for a moment.- Everything should be ready in two weeks.
