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'Never let a rainy day go to waste' the lantern maker thought to himself, Felix had found himself busier than usual for this time of year. Summer usually meant clear sky, warm sun, and long days, but that all ended when the Hand of St. Ignys went missing. Since that day the area has been hit with constant dark clouds, cold winds, and non-stop rain, he was surprised they hadn't all been washed away or maybe that's the gods' plan.
The slender man with distinctive cheekbones and a beard he could tuck into his belt, stroked his chin looking at his most recently finished order, two heavy lanterns that would withstand the current wind and rain for the tavern. With a grunt Felix hoisted the lanterns onto his shoulders and headed for the tavern, he hoped the priest was already past out so he wouldn't have to hear the doomsaying.