The men all glared at each other for a second, then rushed toward Karl.
A rapid motion slap fight ensued, as they all fought to prevent anyone from putting a hand on the crafter. First come, first served was a cruel mistress, and they were not going to give up their chance at a spot without a fight.
A hand landed on Karl's shoulder, and he looked up to see a smirking female mage.
"I will take one, please." She announced.
The warriors instantly began shouting at her.
"Evil woman, what tricks are you playing? You've never worn a suit a day in your life." One of the men insisted.
"Plus, it wouldn't even look good on you. Just stick to the frilly dresses and leave our fashion for us." Another warrior agreed, while trying to pretend his effort was to push her away, not to claim the next spot in line.
"Oh no, you don't. First, she needs to tell us what sort of stunt she's pulling." One of the other warriors demanded, pulling him back from Karl's seat.
