Raffles shifted from one foot to the other, he was trying to listen politely, but was almost bursting to get on to his next visits…
He’d only popped into the crafting hall to speak with Madge, the resident jeweller, about his haul of gems and the little bags of tools he had ‘found’.
On his way out, he had been accosted by Old Roger Sorrel and Edwin Leafwood, who seemed to be on some sort of crafting guild recruitment drive.
