As you shrug, commenting that you are simply looking around the young man seems amused and intrigued. "Are you sure I've been seeking out an apprentice and I would be more than happy to give you the job."
You cock your eyebrows; and shake your head. "No thank you, and wouldn't you want a resume or something? I think I might be a little young to work here anyway."
"Perhaps; perhaps not... you look like you're 16 at least... that's not too horribly young. I'm the Storyteller by the way."
"The Storyteller?"
"Yes you may call me Storyteller or Story for short if you like." The green haired young man comes around the front desk. He was dressed strangely; with a pocketed vest and a heavy pocketed half-apron hanging off his belt; his boots had steel wrapped around the toes of them. As he approaches you seemingly to move past you he pulls a thin small veil out of one of the pockets of his apron; he uncorks it just as he passes you and the scent of it; hits you all at once. It's a beautiful smell; reminding you of the cookies your grandmother used to bake in her oven.