[center][h1][b][i][color=fff79a]Sunie Marks[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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	Sunie groaned to herself, this was going to take a while but if it had anything to do with her shop she wanted to know. The fact she found the letter, written in an unknown penmanship in the back of her shop disturbed her. Yes, people came back but they were always accompanied by her. If someone she was working for was plotting something, she didn't want a trail of bread crumbs leading back to her and someone accusing her of being a part of it. That was the last thing she needed. The shop was all she had to support her family, she would be damned if someone caused it's downfall. Or hers for that matter. If anything she wanted to give them a right good talking to, but in the end she would probably stop doing business with them. She didn't want people who couldn't keep their trails covered around the shop or her sisters. It would just lead to trouble. She had had enough of that in her life. 

	Hearing the door chime she looked up and cocked a brow. Lola and Sana shouldn't be back yet, in fact she shouldn't see them until close to dinner to time. Sure the shop was open but customers coming in this early always set her on edge. Most people she dealt with came in well after lunch, closer to closing. Darkness was a friend in her line of work: well maybe not hers personally but those that frequented the shop. Few ever wanted to be seen this early in the day coming into a weapons smith. Then she heard the voice. Male? One she didn't know? That was odd. 

	Rising from her place she sighed, she didn't want to be bothered right then. She wanted to get through the papers. Perhaps she should shut the shop down for the day. No, that wouldn't do. She still had to takes orders, deliver pieces, and over all earn a living. These times were hard enough without shutting down for a day so she could play detective. [color=fff79a]"Just a moment,"[/color] she called out as she shoved the paper work she had been going through into a filing cabinet and locking it back up before removing her leather apron and hanging it on the wall. Stepping out from the back room she pushed the curtain aside and glanced towards the new comer. [color=fff79a]"Can I help you?"[/color]