“Hey, I was called over for you. They said the tattoo you wanted was in my style. Names Ethari.”

A moonshadow elf approached the chair you were at, setting his tray of gloves, wipes, and ink bottles down before pulling on a pair of black gloves. He gave the machine a quick check, the buzz not yet on.

“Lovely image you picked out. Let’s get the stencil on you and see how it sits.”

(Swipe for a slight Scottish accent ➡️)