[b][center][h3][i][color=#17c311]Cyneburg[/color][/i][/h3]
[color=#17c311]Location:[/color] Salarn
[color=17c311]Interacting with:[/color]Keystone, Lederer[/center][/b]

Much as the remora swims under the shadow of a shark, so too did Cyne follow around Keystone in his search for a leather worker. She did her best to keep her more orcish features hidden. Sure nobody in the party cared what blood flowed through her veins, but the townsfolk who were being attacked by the orcs just down the road would probably think differently. Better not to chance it. Part of her just wanted to turn into a bird and perch on Keystone's shoulder like the parrots from the stories about pirates she'd been told as a child.

[color=17c311]"One more thing,"[/color] Cyne chimed in after Keystone' request as she stepped out from behind his silhouette. For the duration of the conversation up to this point, Cyne had likely remained hidden entirely without intending to due to the man's sheer mass in relation to her own. 

[color=17c311]"I'd like to purchase some rawhide if you have any. I don't need any particular size, but one that's not too big would be preferable."[/color] It would be cheaper to simply buy the raw material she needed for repairs/replacement clothes. And one thing she new she would be able to make quickly enough given the available timeframe was a replacement veil. She had spent far too long with a naked face, and although it wouldn't be up to snuff with what she'd normally wear, it would do for the time being.