Volk had been rearranging things on the table at his booth after making a sale. He had just sold a beautiful sword mounted on a wooden plaque, with a detailed wolf head pommel. He liked making wolf-themed things, and the blades seemed to be selling quickly. He had been inspired by one of his favourite fantasy novel series, an epic tale by George R.R. Martin, which featured a few dire wolf characters in the background. Volk sometimes wondered if his people had descended from these mystical animals. He hadn't known the series had made it into a cable television series, but a very excited customer had told him all about it. He had a feeling he'd have to find a way to see this eventually.
He was pulled from his thoughts by a tap on his shoulder. He spun around quickly and flashed a small, half smile at the woman who stood behind him. "'Allo, can I help you?" he asked, doing his best to enunciate his words. He knew that sometimes when he wasn't trying hard enough, his accent tended to make him sound like he was mumbling or garbling his words in English.