Four. Dragon Looks Like a Lady

[wakethedragon]

Welcome, travelers! It's so nice to see new faces in our beloved kingdom. I do so hope you enjoy your stay with us.

If anyone is looking for quality hand-made goods, look no further than the shack just outside of town. I provide sewn goods, candles, and souvenir trinkets celebrating your stay in Ravin!



Visenya clutched her coin purse tightly as she made her way to the apothecary's shop. She was nervous about this, but filled with purpose. She would buy a potion, and that potion would change her life for the better. She would no longer be that poor girl in the shack, slaving over needle, wax, and paints.

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[darknessb4me]

Which way outside of town, then? I have a few gold to spare.

[He hit a bunch of non-cute animals over the head and sold them to the butcher/tanner. He might start going after bounties if he needs more cash. There were people that would pay you to kill things no matter where you were.]

We can do either one! If you rather Disney be done, we can assume.

[wakethedragon.livejournal.com]

Right near the wood, sir, across the eastern bridge.

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[darknessb4me]

[And, well, there's a tall man in a black bad guy cloak poking his head in the doorway some minutes later.]

Hello?

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[wakethedragon.livejournal.com]

[Visenya had gathered up the shirts she had ready-made, not quite certain if the gentleman would require special sizing or something following a particular set of criteria. When she saw how tall he was, and the very ominous cloak, she gulped a bit, but pasted on a smile. Gold was gold!]

Do come in, sir!

[The shack was, well, a shack, but she kept it clean. It was easy enough to keep a shack clean - there weren't exactly an abundance of rooms. She gestured toward the shirts she had arranged for perusal. He was so tall.]

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[darknessb4me]

[He smiled briefly.] Hi. I need something in black. Or blue. Fulled cotton, but wool is fine for the black. I know dark sheep are easier to come by than dye.

[Pause.]

It'll probably be under mail. Or armor.

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[wakethedragon.livejournal.com]

[She nodded after each of his requirements. There wasn't a whole lot of black in Ravin; everyone tried to be a hero. Heroes so rarely wore black. But there was always the occasional rogue willing to pay a good price for something that kept them looking nondescript in the darkness.

She plucked the shirts that fell under the spectrum of blue from the arrangement and handed them over for inspection.]

Let me see what I have in the back.

[She disappeared and returned with two black shirts. One had been a special order for someone who never showed, the other was just something she happened to have. She liked black.]

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[darknessb4me]

[By the time she'd returned, the blue shirts had been sorted - the ones too small or too ruffley or too pale had been separated out. The special order got held up admiringly. This might actually fit.]

Thank you. What other sorts of things did you say you had?

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[wakethedragon.livejournal.com]

Candles. Clay pots. Some souvenir trinkets for those passing through. Paintings of the town square, copper etchings, embroidered handkerchiefs made from gowns worn by the princesses in past seasons. They're popular with the young girls.

[She sized up the tall man in his foreboding cloak.]

I know someone selling mermaid scales of all things, but I'm not quite sure what one would do with them. [Or what the man had done to the poor mermaids to get them.]

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[darknessb4me]

Shamans can cast water-breathing spells with them.

[This is said almost absently.]

Hm. Well, pointing me towards that would be helpful, it is possible they have other things that could be useful to me.

[He smiled but it didn't look very real.]

Thank you.

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[wakethedragon.livejournal.com]

[Water-breathing spells! How fascinating! What a humdrum life she lead in her stupid shack.]

Of course. I'd be happy to pass along his information.

[Barron. She tells him what she can about whatever his Ravin information would be.]

You're quite welcome. I'm sorry I don't have anything else for you.