Djunkar Rockheart

Rockheart Rareties was one of the well-known shops in the lower market of the Cloud Tower. Its bright yellow canopy was easy to see from across the market. The proud owner Djunkar Rockheart himself stood behind the counter of his shop, the space filled with the rich scent of exotic spices. An abundance of supplies and everyday goods were displayed on neatly sorted shelves. The minotaur's horns gleamed under the soft lighting, casting shadows on the well-worn wooden counter. Known for his impeccable work ethic and unwavering dedication, Djunkar was the heartbeat of his thriving business, ensuring every deal was fair and every customer left satisfied.

But now he had to step away and lock his door to deliver lunch to his son, Argur. The rascal had forgotten his meal at home... again. He wondered how a boy of eleven sun cycles could be so forgetful but despite his stern demeanor, Djunkar couldn't bear the thought of Argur going hungry. Balancing a basket laden with food, he navigated the crowded, cobblestone streets. Vendors called out their wares, and the scent of freshly baked bread mingled with the aroma of roasting meats. Reaching the school, he handed the lunch to Argur, whose face lit up with a mix of gratitude and embarrassment—a small, tender moment amidst the daily hustle.

"Next time you will have to manage without me, little calv." He grumbled a half-serious warning, knowing fully well he would bring Argur food every single time. Maybe he spoiled the boy too much.

As Djunkar made his way back to his shop, he spotted a figure waiting by the door. Djunkar's keen eyes quickly assessed the waiting visitor and hoped they didn't have to wait for too long in the cold.

"My apologies. I needed to attend to something important."

With a greeting nod, he unlocked the door and welcomed the customer inside, the warm light from hanging lanterns casting a cozy glow over the rich colors and textures of his goods. Ready to offer his expert advice and fair dealings, Djunkar seamlessly transitioned from father to trader.

"What may I help you with? Maybe I can interest you in our new delivery from Rock Horst? Finest dwarven crafts if that strikes your fancy."