Stocking shelves, bright and early

The day started like any other. Gregg woke up just before sunrise and headed out towards the shop.

He lived just down the street, but he didn't mind the 20 minute walk. He could usually see some adventurers either coming back late or leaving early. Not to mention, the smell from the local bakery was always divine. The town wasn't very busy, but it was never empty. Always someone to give a tired smile to.

He got to his shop and paused to glance at the sign. 'Greedy Gregg's Goods.' Honestly, he hated the name. It didn't even make sense, he wasn't greedy in the slightest. But no one ever made reference to it.

He headed in and went straight to the back. He put his hair up and got to work. Daggers needed to be shined and rope needed to be restocked.