Originally Posted by
TheAmishPirate
[Sandy's House - Morning]
The front of Sandy's house/shop seemed a mite ill-kept. Papers all over the front counter, dust collecting on his statuettes, and Smoothie could just make out a messy pile of sand through the crack in his workroom door.
Turns out not having magic tended to be bad for the magical sculpture business.
A loud *thump* sounded from upstairs, followed by some rolling about on the floor and some frustrated grousing. "Upstairs!" Sandy called from...well, upstairs.
And then, much quieter: "I am suffering from the side-effects of over-consumption of cider, but am otherwise unharmed...augh shush me you're talkin' too loud..."