The knight had been somewhat stagnant in his crafting, but it was quite good for him, he had time to rest and take care of whatever Guild work he would have to do since both Heathclif and Mack weren’t the most active people in the guild, especially not Mack. Macradon would sigh as he sat in his rocking chair and rocked back and forth, wearing his normal civilian KoB clothes as someone entered his shop, someone he knew. “Oh hey, Zandra. It’s good to see you’re alright” he said with a smile, but s