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Being a Pottery Golem is a hard living. Sure, folks believe you are strong as your stone cousin and imperishable like the golems made of crystal, but you’re in fact a brittle boy with little big soul that screams silently from your baked clay mouth-slit. It is a clunky existence, slow and careful – sure, your walls might be thick but your insides are hollow. And so it seems that this void inside you always calls to be filled. Who knows how true this adage is, but once thing is certain – Pottery Golems or Potties, as most kin call them, tend to fixate their sole existence on a single item and either become avid collectors of such, to a degree of raising their simple abodes entirely of the objects of their desire… Or to become as merchants, guile and deft due to sheer patience, focus and deliberate dumbness most golems display. In case of a particular Pottie called simply as Knock it was the latter. Who knows from what dark depth and shady deals he manages to plod his way out, but after his lengthy escapades he always return to the city with plethora of shoes, slippers, flip-flops and clods, of most eccentric shapes, sizes and garish colors. He claims them to be artifacts of bygone ages and forgotten civilizations. While most laugh and mock his notions, there must be some truth to it, as some of his wares are made of most incredible and unreal materials, flexible yet durable, stretchy yet unyielding. That is most likely why the citizens of Wharf Town tolerate his tall tales of ancient ruins and glyphs – quality goods are quality goods, no matter from where they stem.

Description

Being a Pottery Golem is a hard living. Sure, folks believe you are strong as your stone cousin and imperishable like the golems made of crystal, but you’re in fact a brittle boy with little big soul that screams silently from your baked clay mouth-slit. It is a clunky existence, slow and careful – sure, your walls might be thick but your insides are hollow. And so it seems that this void inside you always calls to be filled. Who knows how true this adage is, but once thing is certain – Pottery Golems or Potties, as most kin call them, tend to fixate their sole existence on a single item and either become avid collectors of such, to a degree of raising their simple abodes entirely of the objects of their desire… Or to become as merchants, guile and deft due to sheer patience, focus and deliberate dumbness most golems display. In case of a particular Pottie called simply as Knock it was the latter. Who knows from what dark depth and shady deals he manages to plod his way out, but after his lengthy escapades he always return to the city with plethora of shoes, slippers, flip-flops and clods, of most eccentric shapes, sizes and garish colors. He claims them to be artifacts of bygone ages and forgotten civilizations. While most laugh and mock his notions, there must be some truth to it, as some of his wares are made of most incredible and unreal materials, flexible yet durable, stretchy yet unyielding. That is most likely why the citizens of Wharf Town tolerate his tall tales of ancient ruins and glyphs – quality goods are quality goods, no matter from where they stem.