Jason Andresen (order #1578489) - Jump page for Jubei

Adventuring Scholar Prestige Class
Callous fingers ran through gray hair, pausing
to scratch an aged scalp. The man sighed, then
looked back up at the lock he’d been studying
for three minutes. It was set in a massive bronzed
metal door, covered with overgrowth, and bearing religious
symbols lost to most.
“Well, can we get in?” A young man asked in a notso-enthused
voice. He was wearing a large backpack and
fidgeting heavily as he stood behind the old man. “Professor
Fincher…?”
The old man stood up, wiping the
sweat from his eyes with the backs
of his sleeves before putting his
glasses back on.
Although his
faded,
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straggly hair and wrinkled skin spoke of many years, his
steady gate and firm posture told of a confidence that knew
no frailty. “Kootler, give me the hammer,” he barked, his
bearded face showing no patience.
The young man dropped his backpack and began rooting
clumsily through it. “This hammer?” he asked a moment
later, handing it to him.
“Well, how many did you bring, boy?”
The youth looked confused. “Just that one, sir.”
The professor stared at him, arms crossed, for a long
pause. The boy squirmed. “Well, are ya going to give me the
spike, boy!”
“Spike? Spike . . .” He rooted frantically through the
pack. “You didn’t say—”
“By Morrow, boy. Do you
know how many course
credits you’re getting for
being my assistant?”
The boy
kept rooting
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