{ +3 } at the clockmakers'
{ ❦ };— Darcy swept from the confines of her carriage and into the clockmaker’s shop as fast as she could, so as to avoid becoming soaked in the hammering rain. Once she stepped into Weathers Clockmakers, she let out an audible huff of annoyance as she tried her best to pat herself dry, and she made her way toward the man. She had been in a foul mood all morning.
'I need you to repair this pocket watch,' she said, taking out a small brown bag that held loose pieces of a pocket watch. Darcy was trying her best to sound polite, though that was proving to be much more difficult than she thought.
Her foul mood that mirrored the climate could hardly be missed but, used as he was to dealing with much worse, he decided to ignore that. People had bad days, that he could accept.
Slipping on a pair of thin cloth gloves, he tiled the bag to examine the -- pieces -- ? He examined adislodged gear between index and thumb. Once a watch, now little more than scrap metal components. Several other parts were subjected to his critical gaze before he returned them safey to the bag, his mouth set in a grim, thin line.
"Are you sure it is worth repairing?"
