Elide
The Westfall shop is a quiet place, one not too many people are inclined to be at any given hour. Especially not in the late hours of the evening. But Elide suspects that she will find Glas there, perhaps still working away. It's been a long time since she's done business with him so there are doubts in her mind but, not in her steps. Lengthy strides are taken up to the door, which she knocks on at first.
Given no immediate 'go away', Elide slowly slides the door open. A cold breeze billows into the shop with her, for which she closes the door almost immediately. "Glas, are you busy?" She asks into the air, looking around to try and find him.
With her, she is carrying furs and a parcel which can be assumed to harbor books {the relevant sort}. None of these things are for herself. No, she looks rather vampiric in her trademark, cape-like coat. It would never realistically keep the cold out, but... well, you know. "I have something to ask of you," she tacks on, hoping to pique his interest.
Given no immediate 'go away', Elide slowly slides the door open. A cold breeze billows into the shop with her, for which she closes the door almost immediately. "Glas, are you busy?" She asks into the air, looking around to try and find him.
With her, she is carrying furs and a parcel which can be assumed to harbor books {the relevant sort}. None of these things are for herself. No, she looks rather vampiric in her trademark, cape-like coat. It would never realistically keep the cold out, but... well, you know. "I have something to ask of you," she tacks on, hoping to pique his interest.
never before had the song of war
been the song of hope ascending
been the song of hope ascending
