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The wooden sign swinging in the wind had only born the image of a broken wheel, but everyone in town knows that Penelope's is the place to go if your wagon's in need of repairs. Penelope is a mid-30s woman with frazzled red hair and ropy muscles from years of work. She runs the business while her husband Kellen tends their small orchard out back. Many customers are surprised that Penelope does the wagon repairs herself, and is teaching the older two of her three children the trade as well.

NPCs to interact with:
Penelope, the owner of the establishment. Talk to her if you need wagon repairs.
Kellen, Penelope's round-faced husband. He looks significantly younger than she does, but they're around the same age. He's much milder than his intense wife, and a rather gifted farmer.
Natali, Kellen and Penelope's oldest daughter. She's about twelve, and already rather good at mending canvas and other fabric things. She makes clothes for herself and her family, and loves hearing stories from the travelers who come by.
Jack, Kellen and Penelope's only son. He's about eight, and his job is to use the mallet to drive pegs and nails in. He's rowdy like most boys his age, and loves to get dirty. He collects lots of odd things.
Rosie, the baby. Only about a year old, she spends most of her time on Natali's hip or toddling around. If you try to talk to her she'll probably just look at you.

A young woman with fiery red hair appears from the back room. Her curls spring out from her bun and her face glistens with sweat. She wipes her forehead on her sleeve. "Aye, and what can I do for you? Wagon repairs? I do wheels and axels and boxes, and me daughter does canvas if y'got it." She puts her hands on her hips.

"Course I can!" exclaims Penelope, mistress of the house and business. "Wouldn't be a right cartwright if I couldn't, eh? Now about what size?" She swishes around the table in the middle of the room and out toward Balormengro. "Hmm," she says, clicking her tongue as if calling a horse, "Right. I'd say 15 couplets for such a large wheel." She raises both intense eyebrows, daring him to challenge her.

"Right, you think to make me a pauper! I've three wee ones, I'll have you know! 14 couplets, that's me final offer."

Tsura sighed softly as Berit peeped and cooed in her arms, the small mostly red quail having been chattering since they'd left the cider house. Had someone slipped her something alcoholic? It seemed unlikely but the gypsy woman had rarely seen her former quill quite so excitable, maybe it was from Mama's apple slice earlier. Whatever it was it had made Tsura make up her mind to take Berit back to the wagon after she'd spoken to Kellen.

For now though she simply made her way down the road at a brisk walk until she spotted what she assumed was the location in question. the young woman was pretty positive she could see apple trees back beyond the building that blocked most her view.

Hearing a familiar voice from inside Tsura smiled and headed into the shop.

( omg sorry this post is so vague I was very unsure of how to approach what to do here)

((It's okay, hun. ^^))

A young girl appears from the back room when she hears the door open. It's her job to help customers when Ma's busy. "Can I help you?" she asks. "Have a wagon in need of repair?"

"Good, good," she says briskly, shaking his hand. She then holds out her hand for payment.

The young girl giggles a little. "On an errand for Mama Peretta, are you? You'll have to talk to Papa about the orchard. He's out back. Here, I'll show you; follow me." She disappears through the curtain from whence she'd come, which led to the rest of the house. She pauses at the back door, waiting for Tsura.