Amez bathed in the sunlight outside of his shop. Amez was a young adult with short hair, a perfect clean shave and a fit figure. Here was someone blessed with both youth and handsomeness, a man both popular with the women, and successful in his craft. He sat on a large tree-stump, yawning at the muddy streets in front, saluting the city folks as they passed by smiling at him. Old women, young women, men and boys. This man brought a smile to most faces passing by.

After a while sitting there, yawning the morning out of him; Amez spotted today’s customer arriving from the end of street. A tall man with half-long hair and heavy muscular arms hanging on both sides of an undersized leather vest. On the front of his torso were straps, and peeking behind the man’s back was a massive claymore. But in spite of these details, to Amez; he looked like the majority of his customers. Amez’s customers were mostly warriors, and like Amez himself they were often the most handsome and successful of their kind.

As the great figure approached him, Amez yelled out down the street in competition with the busy noises of the city’s morning: “Hey there big guy! Ready for your upgrade?” The man walked up to Amez’s tree-stump. “I was ready three months ago when I contacted you. Damn you’re an expensive one”, the customer half-smiled, before giving a brief longing look into Amez’s shop. “This better be worth it.”

“All my other customers seem to think so. Haven’t had a complaint in two years, and seen a lot of customers since then. I honestly think I might be the best body enchanter in all of Ermos City.” Amez boasted. The big guy smiled some more, but added on a skeptical expression. “You’re certainly among its finest braggarts. Now let’s get it over with, I’ve got an appointment in The Ormar Dungeons tomorrow. Those dungeons range from level 50 to 60, and I’m gonna very much need that enchantment we spoke of, and it’s gonna need to be just as powerful as you promised.”

He brought up a small sack of silver- and gold coins from his lower back and threw it into Amez’s lap. The small but heavy sack pulled Amez out of his most recent yawn and got him quickly to his feet. Together they walked into his shop. Here the big man went on to lay down on a cushioned table, meanwhile Amez brought forth a very sharp quill and went on to start drawing into the man’s thigh. Strewn around the rest of the big guy’s body were various previous drawings of animals in various primitive styles.

As his customer lay face down Amez made a disgusted face at all the poorly draw tattoos and the weak magics coming from them. It was not uncommon for him to have customers already familiar with body enchantments, but it always bothered him that poor craftsmanship was dirtying up the neighborhood of his expert level magical artworks. As Amez finished his drawing he took a rag and started cleaning up the blood and ink. As the smears were washed away a new masterpiece became visible on the thigh: a finely robed mage in dramatic pose casting an impressive-looking magical barrier against a giant rock monster.

Now the only thing remaining was the magical spell to activate the symbolism. Amez put both his hands down onto the drawing, bent his head forward onto his hands, and started mumbling soothingly in the language of Ervilia, the Goddess of Sanctuary. Upon completing his incantation the artwork lit up in vibrant colors, and Amez now knew instinctively that his customer would henceforth be kept safe. Safe that is against any major blunt force coming his way. Hopefully, blunt force would be the majority of what this guy would be facing.