[Center][h3][color=999999]Yrhen Oharra[/color][/h3]
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[@HeartlessNobody] [@hagroden][/center][hr]
There was a subtle shift in the air behind Yrhen while she was speaking to Alex, and it made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She was definitely not fond of people coming up that close behind her; it was rarely, if ever, a good thing. As she finished her last sentence and before she could round on the person behind her, they spoke up. She cringed at the voice, recognizing it instantly as that of the Holliday boy. She looked over her shoulder and her scowl deepened. 

[i]He noticed. Of course he noticed, it's one of his family's own works. In that case how could he not notice? Curse it all, how do I get him off my back? Maybe he might only remember the gun and not who he sold it to? No. I'm never that lucky.[/i]

[color=999999]"What kind of a stupid question is that? I did what I had to do to make improvements. The bipod and a third of that wood was just extra weight. Then I had to add springs and cushioning to the stock. Maybe consider the punishing recoil in the future if you want them to sell better."[/color]

[i]Was that too harsh?[/i]

[color=999999]"Though... despite those flaws i suppose it is the best rifle I've ever owned."[/color]

[i]Now I sound too nice.[/i]

[color=999999]"Now stop pestering us, we're busy looking for a third to round out our team."[/color]

[i]Just right.[/i]