"Cloff!"
The clockmaker lifted his monocle to give his apprentice a withering glare. It might have been more effective if the teenager didn't look fully capable of stomping him under one of her boots.
"I done heard someone claim that fixing of that Kurzick piece were your doing!"
"Your gear train was inimitably efficient, but the name on the door is mine. Not yours. Additionally, Ynghild, I specifically requested that you leave that piece alone."
The two stared each other down some minutes before Ynghild gave up and stomped off to the workroom with a great deal of grumbling.
((I cannot add any more tags to my character introduction post, so do note that my *Introduction* post has a brief intro of Ynghild, as well as a little screenshot of her face.))
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