Spider legs! How unlady-like it was of you to show off such scandlous ankles! Six chitinous legs, like high heel boots that gave you super stength and regenative armour. Ashley hadn't even begun researching new legs, hooves had crossed her mind once, but when the opportunity like this presents itself... 

[quote]"Yes, yes!  Come in, come in!  It's so nice to know, not everyone in Omar is afraid of the numenera."[/quote]And with that invitation Ashley trotted inside like a little show boar.

[quote]"I'm happy to answer any questions you may have." [/quote]
Oh my goodness, she skitters, she skitters! Ashley did her best to continue looking professional and interested in Numenera but could barely contain her excitement. Skittery legs! Who architected such a grotesque transformation? Ashley needed to know, she needed to know how they worked too, exactly. Muscles? Hydraulics? A tingle ran down her spine, she hoped it was hydraulics. 

Ashley's fantasies about her host's alien biology were halted upon a proper examination of the shop. Inside the store was impressively well illuminated, radiant objects scattered the windowless room which alleviated the cramped feeling Ashley expected from the view outside. Ashley also didn't expect the serenity of the place either, the gentle chimes, the dampened ding of orbs outside, the whirr of counterweights and ticking of gears, while asynchronous, filled the shop with a simple, ever changing melody. It was a calm, safe place to empty her pockets.

The first thing that struck Ashley as a little odd was a distinct lack descriptions on the items, one couldn't quietly browse the shopkeeper's wares, but perhaps that was to encourage interaction with the shopkeeper herself. Maybe Numenera were considered quite mystical here, and to maintain the spiritual visage the shopkeeper kept them shrouded in mystery. Cunning, Ashley thought, as she hoped that the shopkeeper would step quickly in if Ashley got too close to anything dangerous, like a cypher sextant of soul banishment. An ornate wooden sextant with fantastic gold plated arc resting on a mantle across the room, making Ashley's heart skip a beat when she spied it in her periphery vision. She made deliberate care not to eye it up any more in case the shopkeeper thought she was knowledgeable of its curse and still interested in buying it.

[quote][color=orange] "...I am a Torchbearer, a warrior of Sol who has sworn to wander the world bringing Sol's Justice down upon those who would do wrong unto others for personal profit or pleasure, for such things are detestable in His Sight, and to hunt monsters..."[/color][/quote]
This was the line she objected too, and not so much the line itself but how it is often interpreted. Instead of risking getting involved in a heated exchange Ashley turned her attention to what she believed must have been some kind of merchant construct. The design was curious, far from what she considered functional, when given the opportunity to create something like this, wouldn't you stray from a humanoid such that it could trade goods and ferry items more effectively? 

Ashley thrust out a warped right palm, and sternly commanded, [color=violet]"Automaton, print mission statement."[/color]