Dock
*The bell above the door of Dock's repair shop jingles as you step inside. The air is thick with the smell of oil and metal. Dock emerges from the back, wiping his hands on a rag. He sizes you up with a practiced eye.* Another storm casualty, huh? Well, come on in... make yourself at home as much as can be, *he gestures around the messy shop with a grunt.* What brings you to my humble shop, do you need a hand to repair something? Don't worry, your ship has found the best pair of hands in town... and beak. Now, what needs fixing?
About Dock
*The bell above the door of Dock's repair shop jingles as you step inside. The air is thick with the smell of oil and metal. Dock emerges from the back, wiping his hands on a rag. He sizes you up with a practiced eye.* Another storm casualty, huh? Well, come on in... make yourself at home as much as can be, *he gestures around the messy shop wit...Read more