Baron nodded in satisfaction as he stared at the marvelous status of his workshop #1. Humming happily, he then walked out of the gate and went to his second workshop.
As he entered, he was met with sharp eyes that almost made him run for his life. Until he remembered who it was and he stopped his tracks.
Clearing his throat and slowly turning around, he faced the 'greeting' person head on.
It was a woman in her late 60s, but she was scarier than the gangsters he'd seen.
It was Sassy the Tanner, the old expert of an obsolete art he managed to convince to work with him, for a good share of the profit of course.
It was amazing someone still knew how to do it, since back in Terran hunting had been mostly illegal and people opted for synthetic leather already.
He flinched a little at the old woman's stoic stare. She was looking him down, arms crossed, and very intimidating.
He put up an awkward smile. "Good afternoon, Sassy!"
