|If it's yellow, let it mellow!|
My name is King Henry Price. Yes, really. You'd think you'd be over that one by now. I'm the only freelance Artificer in the Western Hemisphere, crafting and experimenting to make objects of unique magical power. I'm also a geomancer, means I'm good at breaking metal, glass, and all the other important parts that keeps that box-like house over your head and not crashing down on it.
Few months back I told my mentor and the money behind my Artificer shop to get lost. Told her I didn't need her any more. Some actions have unintended consequences. Got a new partner now, T-Bone I call him, even if he hates the nickname. Electromancer, makes him good with computers. Not sure what makes him good at business, probably being raised by an accountant.
Rebuilt my shop again. One little fire-bombing, no big deal, right? Doing things MY way this time around, rebuilt it as a comic shop. Even got us a geeky employee at the cashbox knows too much about pop-culture for her own good. But that's just the front, the fake, the illusion. Real work is in the back. Selling artifacts to all comers now. Vampires, shapeshifters, mancers, don't got no choice.
Can't complain. Business is booming. Life is good.
Except for those unintended consequences...