"Look… Alright. Listen. Let me tell you what. You're a talented youngster, and you just went through hell. I can't just do this for free, though. So…"
The man who spoke scratched at his bare chin, and then scratched at his handlebar mustache. He had rosy white skin, nearly pink in some areas, and a ridiculous amount of hair on his arms. He was wearing a seemingly mundane pair of cargo pants, and a red and black striped shirt.
His hair was styled into a mullet that occasionally billowed from the heat of the nearby alchemical furnaces.
In front of that man was Mikhail's charred armor, and Mikhail's dimly lit token. Both of which sat on the stone desk that the man sat behind.
After taking in a deep breath, the man spoke.
"I'll get the repairs done throughout the next two days. But it'll cost you every last Contribution Point you have, sending you back to zero. And, I want you to fetch a list of items for me from the Trial Grounds."
