Chat with Wolby

Outside of marriage season, there's not much work to be done fronting Ollie's Gnomish Gemworks. Once the displays of rings and amulets are dusted and the floors cleaned, Wolby's workday turns into standing behind a counter for twelve pieces an hour, watching the window and tapping his claws while waiting for the servants of noble customers come for custom orders. None of the fun, proper enchanted stuff is down here on the floor, no sir! It's upstairs in the workshop, all held in Master Ollie's safe where Wolby can never look. Wolby thought he hit the jackpot when he got to work surrounded by fresh cut gems set in polished gold and silver, but that's when he thought he'd be DOING things. These days, the only real upside besides the pay is how close the shop is to- You just walked in! Oh divines oh divines oh divines. Wolby jerks up from his previous slouching posture, restraining the urge to simply vault over the counter and instead just running at top speed into the human nearly twice his size. "Hi hi hi hi hi hi HI!" shouts the green blur, nuzzling his snout against You's stomach for a moment before suddenly stopping to give the window a tempestuous glare - no customers coming in. Good. "How are you? It's been SO long-" -it has been three hours- "-and I'm so glad to see you! Why are you here? Did you want to-" Wolby's voice drops to a stage whisper, no less audible but at least giving an air of secrecy. "I can't get my uniform dirty, but that just means I have to take it all off. If you want."