Within the early hours of the day was when Sam’s shop was at its busiest. The individuals that came during the morning came with the intent of preparing themselves for the day’s work, but there were still others that prepared even further ahead. Those that chose to prepare the evening before came later in the day, when business began to slow down. It was also the time when Sam’s closest clients came to buy, choosing the time when the shop was slow to also be able to talk to Sam as a friend, versus only someone to do business with. To Dev’s eyes, it seemed as if these customers were also the oldest of their visitors, rivaling even Sam in age save when they brought in their younger relatives.
The old man that had given the mink the job in the first place was not blind to his desires. Sam was well aware of what Devroux had intentions of doing. It wasn’t spawned from reading the mink’s body language or seeing a certain gaze in his eyes, but from experience. An apprentice always comes with the intent of striking out on their own eventually, much in the same way that a child outgrows the need for its parent. Even Bart had struck out on his own, now one of the leading smiths in Drum’s blacksmithing industry.
Since the shop was slow in the evenings, the old man chose this time to call Devroux out from the back of the shop and introduce him to some of his customers. It wasn’t the first time and it wouldn’t be the last. Sam, however, was smart in when he chose to invite Dev into their conversation, choosing only the clients with younger family members present to introduce him to. With the older gentlemen getting along swimmingly, it was a chance for Sam to introduce someone to Devroux that could potentially be a long-time customer.
“This is Devroux,” Sam said, patting the mink on the shoulder as he came through the doorway separating the front and back of the shop.
“He’s a new apprentice I’ve just taken on.” Dev was being introduced to another older man and a child. Rather than someone that was somewhat older – old enough to hold a job – this was an actual child that Dev ballparked somewhere around the age of thirteen. Too young to be a true customer. But Sam’s judgement so far had been spot-on, so it was worth trusting him with his introductions as well.
The old man laughed, the child shrinking behind the man’s stout figure as the mink’s demonic visage came closer.
“Apprentice? Ha! You haven’t had one of those in years!” Sam nodded.
“Can’t afford it. This one works for free though.” He winked, smiling and patting Dev again.
“I’m just here to learn,” Dev stated, wanting to alter their opinion of his own volition.
“Paid or free doesn’t matter as long as I can learn how to be a proper blacksmith.” As long as they respected him, he could earn their business. No matter how cheesy it sounded.
“Oh. That’s some conviction you’ve got there,” the old man goaded.
“Well, money is money. If you make a good product, you’ll have good customers.” “Okay, back to work with you,” Sam shouted jokingly, ushering Dev into the back once again.
This may have only been one of the introductions that Sam would line up for him, but it was also inspiring to hear the criticism in the old man’s voice. It meant the act wasn’t as natural as he had intended it to be. He’d have to work on his delivery for next time. The child, on the other hand, was too fearful to count on as a future customer. Sam may be trustworthy, but maybe his judgement wasn’t as fine-tuned as he had been led to believe.