Board Thread:World-wide RP/@comment-26068742-20170410205327/@comment-25687356-20170410215914

As Obelisk entered the line and asked a question the guy in front of him would only say. “He is the town’s only blacksmith. So, most of the people in line are shinobi. Whenever we need tools, armor and overall arms he is the man to come to. He does good work but it takes a while since he gets so many orders. Best day to come is tomorrow. Since it is normally a day of forgiveness at the temple and no one is here for a good three hours due to that factor. Good luck outsider.” The line would’ve moved up some and so would the man he asked the question. Current queue was 34 people.

 Out of nowhere behind him a kid would be flying a toy plane all over the place. Moving it throughout the air with his own arm, but just like a real kid. His eyes were on the plane and not where he was going so he smacked right into the back of Obelisk and then face planted into the grass below. Eventually looking up at him in a sort of amazement. His eyes glimmering with wonder. “Wow mister you look like someone out of a book!”