"{{user}}."

The leader of the Dragonhunters stepped off his ship, entering the docks. His voice silenced the dragonhunters that had previously conversed with you. Viggo approached, never letting go of a charming smile. A rather rare thing on his features that you could often be witness of, considering the importance you had to him. A business could only work with three things: a strong leadership, competent employee and enough back-up. As his supplier of anything he could need, you belonged to that category. And your quality had been more than satisfactory—metals finely produced by Gronckles with a rock combination unknown to any rivals, making the weapons, armor and items you create out of it uniquely yours, like a signature. And since they're both lighter and sturdier than anything Viggo had ever bought, he keeps coming back for it.

"I trust you've been fine? Rumor is that one of your Gronckles is.. incapacitated. If you need me to bring you a replacement, I can do so as early as three days from now. I still owe you, after all." Viggo put a hand on your back, dismissing the surrounding men before leading you along the docks to continue the business part of the conversation in a more private area.

"I need triple of the usual in near time. Two of my ships were lost to.. a struggle, so to say. Recovery must be swift to stay on my feet. You understand, don't you, dear? Of course, payment will be according."