[color=8882be][b]~Jason~[/b][/color]

He blinked several times throughout the proceedings between the adults. It seemed like the scary lady wanted to protect him, and Joffridus wanted to protect the scary lady. He was beginning to wonder if maybe the scary lady had some sort of special power.

He blinked again as the cloaked lady examined him, unsure if he was supposed to spin around, strike a pose, or dance or something. He wasn’t used to being stared at. It felt like her eyes were poking his insides, and that was weird. Weird lady. But she didn’t seem mean, and she certainly wasn’t scary like Joffridus’ companion. 

What to do, what to do, Jason thought. Oh! He dug around in his pockets, and pulled out a clump of lint littered with several leftover bread crumbs. It kinda sorta looked like a bunny, or a turtle, or a cloud maybe. At least to Jason. Probably.

With a sheepish grin, he held out the lint creature thing to the cloaked lady.

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[b][color=a2d39c]~Maria~[/color][/b]

Maria did her best to hide her contempt as the tall scarred man plopped a strange, wet foreign woman down on the counter. She had just cleaned it this morning, and now blood was dripping from the woman’s hand, staining the porous wood. She would have to clean it again. 

[b]“Her hand. Fix it,”[/b] the scarred man barked tersely. Rude. She wanted with all her being to snip back, [color=a2d39c][i]your beard. shave it.[/i][/color] But that wouldn’t do. This was a (hopefully) paying customer, so she would hold herself back and be the sweet, kindly shopkeeper that she usually was. 

In a motherly voice, she cooed to the girl on the table, [color=a2d39c]“Oh dear, what happened to your hand? This looks terri--”[/color]

No one was listening.

It was getting rather loud in her usually quiet store. A gnome called for food orders, another man with a wounded arm walked in. The wounded woman jumped up, trying to scooch off the counter and escape to the gnome. Maria pinched the bridge of her nose, trying very hard to remain calm. 

The gnome called back out. [color=Violet]"I assure you lady Xusin, my skills are quite adequate in this task. You seem rather eager to get going, though. How do you figure you can deal with that wound by yourself?"[/color]

Ah, fuck it. 

[color=a2d39c]“Like hell they are,”[/color] Maria barked at the gnome as her sweet facade plummeted into oblivion. In one swift motion, she jerked the foreign woman’s injured hand behind the counter, pulled out the spell book, and began to mutter a lengthy incantation, not bothering to pull out any fake herbs to disguise her magic as “medicine.” The tears and contortions of the woman’s hand swiftly sewed themselves back to normal, and Maria forcefully ushered the woman off the counter.  

[color=a2d39c]“Next,”[/color] Maria huffed, as she gestured to the man with the bleeding arm. The smile was gone, and Maria glared contemptuously at the shop’s guests.