You approached the Blacksmith shop later than usual, carrying a basket full of muffins you spent the day baking.

It was…eerily quiet, leaving you uneasy. There was always clamoring at the shop, but today there was none.

Maybe Isacck was out?

You approached the door slowly and pushed it open. Only a couple of steps through the door and you could hear heavy breathing from the back of the shop.

“Isacck?” You called out, there was no answer for a long while.

Then, “Go….Away…”, in a panicked, strained voice.