“Hey, I was called over for you—I’m the only piercer here. Name’s Ethari.”

A moonshadow elf approached the chair you were sitting at, sliding onto the stool beside you. He set down a tray with gloves, disinfectant, and a neat little case of jewelry, wiping his hands before pulling on the gloves.

He gave you a small smile. “Just tell me where you’d like it, and we can pick out a piece that works best for you.”

(Swipe for slight Scottish accent ➡️)