[Sua offers a lazy salute before scurrying off, calling to her dog who is more than happy to take running as chase after my human! The two disappear into the crowd, the last sign of them both being a tan tail, wagging happily.
Three hours go by very quickly for Sua. She leaves her leathermaker be for the first hour, and focuses instead on saying hello to other market contacts, as well as harassing her favourite food vendor. Shardbearers who brought curried foods to the Drabwurld need to be recognized as damn heroes in Sua's opinion, and not just because it brings her family good business.
Hours two and three are spent shopping, and when the time is up, Sua's back at the meeting place, the requested purchase in hand. The leather is a deep, dark brown, a border of fall leaves tooled into the material. They're detailed leaves, with veins noted in them, and the stitching is strong. Upon opening the pouch, there's room for eight vials to be stored, secure and snug in individual holsters.]
[ Lauralae spends the next few hours hiding in the shadows - not as herself, of course, but as something else. She moves and settles in the darkness of the alleyway curled in her other form, a large wolf with shapely cut ears that burrows her snout under her paws.
It's easier, this way. She can hide herself, she can be silent, quiet, and no one will bother her. From a distance she seems like nothing more than a hound that has been set free and it's not until the movement of the sun suggests enough time has passed that she stands, shifting with the exhaustion that overcomes her before she shakes her head, stretching her body out before she pulls her robe around her shoulders.
Her eyes land on Sua and she moves forward, reaching out and running her hand over the leather, stroking it gently, touching the stitching, feeling the bordered leaves before she glances up. ]
[It's Lauralae's inspection that gives Sua a little glow of pride. The pouch doesn't just pass approval, the details in it are admired and noted, and she could ask for no higher compliment to her best guess at what Lauralae might like and to the work of the craftsman.]
Two silver, nothing higher.
[A little grin flicks up her face, hinting at mischief. Or at least that the haggling had been nothing short of fun for her.]
[ The surprise flicks across her face, and Lauralae blinks, looking down at her prize again. She strokes over the leather, careful, and thinks two silver. So cheap a price for so well made a pouch -- she's a little shocked by it and she almost smiles, nearly. ]
One moment.
[ She shifts, adjusting herself as she goes to draw the silver out of her pouch. ]
[Sua's face brightens, trying to counteract the shyness.]
Look, you're going to find a lot more decent people than you think. Whoever's helped you to expect the worst out of everyone, well, they're exceptions, not the rule.
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[ Now that she doesn't travel alone. ]
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Got it. Want me to try and match the colour of the leather you've already got?
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No. Any colour is fine, as long as it is practical.
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... Very well. Three hours.
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I'll be on time, or else happily early.
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Here, then. As you say.
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[Sua offers a lazy salute before scurrying off, calling to her dog who is more than happy to take running as chase after my human! The two disappear into the crowd, the last sign of them both being a tan tail, wagging happily.
Three hours go by very quickly for Sua. She leaves her leathermaker be for the first hour, and focuses instead on saying hello to other market contacts, as well as harassing her favourite food vendor. Shardbearers who brought curried foods to the Drabwurld need to be recognized as damn heroes in Sua's opinion, and not just because it brings her family good business.
Hours two and three are spent shopping, and when the time is up, Sua's back at the meeting place, the requested purchase in hand. The leather is a deep, dark brown, a border of fall leaves tooled into the material. They're detailed leaves, with veins noted in them, and the stitching is strong. Upon opening the pouch, there's room for eight vials to be stored, secure and snug in individual holsters.]
I hope this meets specifications.
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It's easier, this way. She can hide herself, she can be silent, quiet, and no one will bother her. From a distance she seems like nothing more than a hound that has been set free and it's not until the movement of the sun suggests enough time has passed that she stands, shifting with the exhaustion that overcomes her before she shakes her head, stretching her body out before she pulls her robe around her shoulders.
Her eyes land on Sua and she moves forward, reaching out and running her hand over the leather, stroking it gently, touching the stitching, feeling the bordered leaves before she glances up. ]
It does.
[ Her dark eyes glance up again. ]
How much coin?
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Two silver, nothing higher.
[A little grin flicks up her face, hinting at mischief. Or at least that the haggling had been nothing short of fun for her.]
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One moment.
[ She shifts, adjusting herself as she goes to draw the silver out of her pouch. ]
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Offer your hand.
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[It isn't too odd of a request on the surface, and Sua holds out a palm, outstretched.
But it is interesting. First not petting the dog, and now being specific with exchanging coin.]
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... Thank you.
[ And then she steps back again, shy and removed. ]
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It was nothing, really. I'm just glad I was able to help!
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You are... Kind.
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[Sua asks it lightly, a smile on her face.]
No one gets things done by being an ass.
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[ Her voice is low, now, definitely more shy and careful. ]
Your kindness is... Refreshing.
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Look, you're going to find a lot more decent people than you think. Whoever's helped you to expect the worst out of everyone, well, they're exceptions, not the rule.
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I have not had the luck to meet anyone that is a part of your 'rule'.
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[ She draws her robe around her a little more, hiding herself away. ]
It is not likely that I shall return here. This may be the last time we see one another.
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Yours, too. And your hound's.
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