Evie
They both blessedly manage to hold out until the odd pair have left earshot, and then her own laughter is joining his own, eyes bright with mirth as they walk side-by-side to their sled. Though her lips purse at the notion - or rather, the confirmation given his wording - that their antics were not so easily reigned in. It makes the idea of spying seem intentional, a good excuse instead of the mischief she knows it is when it’s whispered past the veil of crimson tresses into her ear. Turning her cheek to smirk sideways at Deimos, she nods her approval. “You’ll have to tell me what he sees, I hate to be left out.” Her eagerness to know perhaps makes her a swifter and less accommodating haggler, but the Banks are equally difficult, so it seems to work out in the end. Evie leaves with a tally of their requested antidotes (perhaps she’ll send Talyson to deliver them even) and satisfaction in the broad cut of her shoulders.
Deimos’ warning is appreciated, as Evie hasn’t bartered with Lothran before as she had with the Banks. “Hopefully our luck holds. How are the terror twins doing?” She grins while she has the chance, because she makes sure to temper it down into a soft and comely smile as they reach Lothran’s stall. The same she uses on sickly patients and children. “Good morning, Lothran. If I could take a moment of your time? General Deimos and I are looking for some quality armor, and we know you have the best around. I’d also like to introduce myself and what I can offer.” Which she is already preparing to list given Lothran’s reply, tailored to the seller’s demeanor; soothing tea blends, calming aromatics, and of course good balm for working hands; Evie would never discredit the armorer’s skill, even if they are the anxious sort.
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Evie gently introduces herself to Lothran before attempting to barter, being more generous since they saved more with the Banks.
Deimos’ warning is appreciated, as Evie hasn’t bartered with Lothran before as she had with the Banks. “Hopefully our luck holds. How are the terror twins doing?” She grins while she has the chance, because she makes sure to temper it down into a soft and comely smile as they reach Lothran’s stall. The same she uses on sickly patients and children. “Good morning, Lothran. If I could take a moment of your time? General Deimos and I are looking for some quality armor, and we know you have the best around. I’d also like to introduce myself and what I can offer.” Which she is already preparing to list given Lothran’s reply, tailored to the seller’s demeanor; soothing tea blends, calming aromatics, and of course good balm for working hands; Evie would never discredit the armorer’s skill, even if they are the anxious sort.
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Evie gently introduces herself to Lothran before attempting to barter, being more generous since they saved more with the Banks.
the difference between a garden and a graveyard
is what we choose to put in the soil
is what we choose to put in the soil
