Mack is the name, fixings the game. I’ve fixed a lot of things. Cars, phones, furniture, give me an item and I’ll give you a price, but today, today is…different.

“Can you fix it?” A young man, maybe twenty asks. He’s normal, blue eyes, fiery red hair, pale, and lean. But for some reason he was different.

“Not if I don’t know what it is, red.” I raise an eyebrow at the odd contraption, it has a gun barrel and trigger, so a weapon of some sort, but it’s also glowing, and somewhat hovering.

“It’s a haldudk, I need it fixed quick! I wouldn’t have come if I didn’t need to!”

“Do you have a blueprint by any chance?” I sigh.

“Oh,” He pulls a wrinkled piece of paper out of his pocket, sketched on it is a very detailed drawing of the weapon, little notes on what it does and such. “Will this work?”

“Yeah, did you draw this, red?” I look at him, then the paper, then him again as he nods.“Impressive. You got money?”

“Yup!” He pulls a wad of cash out of his pocket, “How’s three thousand? I can do card, cash or check!”

“Yeah that works! Cash is good. So what is this hal…hapl… weapon?”

“It’s designed to destroy the ogre- ogre like soldiers we’ve been fighting.” That’s why he’s different. He’s a freaking elf!

“Don’t worry, red!” Pull my black hair away from my ears, long enough for them to morph, round, to pointy, back to round. “Why ya think I’m in the repair industry?”

“You do magic?” He whispers. “In the human world?”

“Well I kinda have to, to make a living.”

“But why would you need to make a living here? Money isn’t really a problem in Atlantis, or Shang Ri La, or anywhere! You could live there with all the glamor and none of the labor! Why would you choose the human cities.”

“I’m an outlaw in the Elvin cities, red.”