Brewing Trouble

[Garret 0]

Garret knew that hunting mobs would be largely out of the question until he'd leveled some, so he strode into the market in town to find a teacher for some form of crafting. After all, there's got to be an NPC for that somewhere in town, right?
Walking along the streets with the beautiful sun shining down on him, Garret could almost believe this world was real, and that he wasn't just trying to get out of a game, but that he was trying to pick up a job IRL.

"Let's see...if I were a crafting teacher, where would I be...?" Garret wondered to himself, when he heard a hoarse voice behind him, "You seem able to stop and observe, where all the others rush about like ants without a queen to direct them...you may be suitable..." Garret snapped around to see an old man with tattoos on his face and hands. "Who're you?" Garret stuttered out, getting over his initial shock.

"I am Balthazaar. Come, boy- I can teach you the wisdom that you seek." the old man said, and turned to walk away.

"I found my teacher!" Garret muttered excitedly, and followed the old man, who seemed to be an NPC, eagerly.