The town of Springwood could easily be described as somewhat quiet, at least compared to the island’s larger population center of Bellmuse. While Grimm did occasionally harass the town, it was still mostly seen as a peaceful town, not prone to the hustle and bustle of the city it shared an island with. The town didn’t have to deal with criminals or delinquents nearly as much as the city nearby, even street crime was relatively uncommon.
As such the young man yelling at the shopkeeper to the local hardware store certainly would drawn more than a few looks. “You’re out of your mind old man!” The young gray-haired man shouted, obviously more than a little annoyed at something. “You seriously expecting me to pay this much for a few tools!”
The middle-aged shopkeeper scowled in annoyance at the young man. Though Sindre wouldn’t back down easily. The android needed these tools, and every shop he’d checked in Bellmuse hadn’t had 2quite the right models or had even higher prices than the small shop in Springwood. “You pay what it says, or you get out of my store, punk.” The old man said in a measured voice as though trying to hold his own temper.
The android growled at him in annoyance and neither seemed willing to budge on this matter despite the few people patiently, or not so patiently, waiting behind the Android known as Sindre. If one were to pay attention to the wooden counter of the shop, they’d hear the wood cracking under the grip of the hotheaded android’s grip, though neither man seemed to have noticed this yet.
As such the young man yelling at the shopkeeper to the local hardware store certainly would drawn more than a few looks. “You’re out of your mind old man!” The young gray-haired man shouted, obviously more than a little annoyed at something. “You seriously expecting me to pay this much for a few tools!”
The middle-aged shopkeeper scowled in annoyance at the young man. Though Sindre wouldn’t back down easily. The android needed these tools, and every shop he’d checked in Bellmuse hadn’t had 2quite the right models or had even higher prices than the small shop in Springwood. “You pay what it says, or you get out of my store, punk.” The old man said in a measured voice as though trying to hold his own temper.
The android growled at him in annoyance and neither seemed willing to budge on this matter despite the few people patiently, or not so patiently, waiting behind the Android known as Sindre. If one were to pay attention to the wooden counter of the shop, they’d hear the wood cracking under the grip of the hotheaded android’s grip, though neither man seemed to have noticed this yet.