[h2][center][color=82ca9d]Carver Jazz[/color]
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After his little announcement, Carver was met by silence. A bit disheartening, another night of a solo expedition into the Crimson Sky. It does remove the fun being all alone, plus it's hard to make a sale when there are no customers. Well that was the case until a new arrival showed up. She settled herself in she had coffee and a muffin, nice choice, before asking about the graffiti case. All but flying into the chair opposite the elegant lady, Carver grinned.

[color=82ca9d]“That would be me, Miss. Carver Jazz, master of symbol based magic and seller or all manner of enchanted goods, at your service~”[/color] grinning like the Cheshire Cat, Carver took out an ice-cream stick with a symbol drawn on it.

[color=82ca9d]“Here, have a free sample. Break this stick in a direction and a concussion blast of air will be launched for a minimum of ten meters. Beyond that and the pushing capability is diluted. Oh dear, I launched right into the the salesman pitch before my manners. May I ask your name? I feel so awful for not asking till now”[/color] not breaking eye contact, Carver tried to get a read on the lady in front of him before giving up. It really wasn’t worth the effort to try and break that well made poker face. There was work to be done.

[color=82ca9d]“Do you have a method of transport for us to arrive at the school? Or shall we take a moonlit stroll? I live relatively close by so why waste fuel in this economy, right? Not to mention the fact no insurance would cover an Oni attack”[/color]