"Make sure to get the bag darling I'd hate for anything to scrape." Hate was used in a way here to imply if it did scrape the person failing to account for it would feel the wrath of the person saying not to do it. I'd been at my shop for a couple days when she came wandering in, dressed more extravagantly than anyone who normally comes into my shop ever does. And her skin was red, it caught my eye more so than her acid laced comment to her muclely helped did.
"I'm not an inn lady." The hulk was carrying a rather large bag that appeared to be luggage and I didn't want them to think I was in the habit of taking in the down trodden recent history excluded of course.
"And I'm not looking for a room Mr. Lorentino but in the abscence of having one I'll have to carry my things until I find one now won't I?" Her accent was that of high society, and seeing as how the Guard didn't really have too much of that she'd obviously been a noble or a nobles wife prior to the Guard's recent governmental take over.
"Apologies my lady people have confused me for one in the past." She looked around at the assorted store shelves and I was suddenly caught aware of how dirty everything looked.
"I can see how that can happen," Sarcasm the weapon of choice for the upper class, "And no need to be so formal, Telrrax will do."
"Is that Lady Telrrax or?"
"Just Telrrax keep this informal." Her companion grunted and she showed a look of displeasure. Her eyes were yellow, all in all red skin, yellow eyes? She was entirely a different looking person and unlike everyone else who had a weird look to them she was not hiding it. Oh she also had an extremely weird hair style, spiked up from the center and shaved at the sides, and a piece of elaborate gold jewlery embedded in her lip. So not only was she not hiding she was so far from it, she was flaunting it.
"Well Telrrax what can I do for you today?" To say I was terrified of what she might request was to put things mildly.
"I'm looking for objects that are not legal Mr. Lorentino and I have been informed you are the person who can aquire said objects. And yes as I feared the red skinned lady was trouble, naturally women always are. Not to be all "Women are problems" men screw me just as often, but when a woman does it the wound tends to linger long past the injury if you catch my drift.
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