"Aye, look what the wind blew in! I only know one orange-eyed bastard that big!"
Solomon pulled off his hood as he stepped inside a familiar building. Rows upon rows of armor and weapons greeted him in response, along with a four-foot-tall leprechaun.
"You remember me." Solomon was partially surprised.
"...Are you daft? You're the only black bloke with glowing orange eyes in the entire realm."
Solomon could not argue with such flawless deductive reasoning.
"It doesn't appear as though life's been very kind to you, though. You're a little young to have that much gray."
Solomon glanced at the locs dangling between his eyes. "Well, a lot of things happened."
"I'll bet. Here for another shiny suit for that large abomination you had following you around?" The leprechaun snorted.
"Not quite. I'm here for a wedding ring. Two of them."
"Ohh… Finally found lassies capable of feeding your arse, have we? Well, color me surprised. But this isn't exactly a jewelry shop."
