Victorian Guild

Luke returned to his shop, excited to enact his new business strategy. He couldn't imagine the relief on the customer's face when he tells him the price was lower.

However, his mood changed when he saw three intruders outside his shop.

The man on the left wore a purple jacket, leaning against the shop as if he owned it.

The man on the right wore a brown coat and a hat that shadowed his face as he tossed a coin in the air.

Lastly, the man in the center wore a checkered coat with a smoking cigar between his grin.

Luke didn't know who they were, but he assumed they were eccentric clients seeking his services.

"What kind of armor are you looking to have for your beast companions?" Luke asked.

The man in purple laughed at the question, while the one in brown caught his spinning coin out of the air.

Ting! Whoosh!

"How pathetic," he remarked. "To think the high-and-mighty Kingsleys have their own heir running a filth."