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Valmond stood frozen behind the counter, looking back at the Vampiric woman with unconcealable awe at her unnatural strength. Though not in a state of complete shock, his mouth was slightly parted and his red eyes had a sort of flair to them.

He had heard that Vampires were riddled with power, both common and alien abilities alike. But it still could not register with him. This fragile, petite looking girl handling that thief like a child's rag doll.
It was abnormal.

Valmond mentally refocused himself on the present.

He grabbed the coin she had placed before him and crouched down behind the counter. He used his master key to unlock the iron strongbox he kept on the bottom shelf and dropped the zloty in with a slight [i]clink[/i].

After closing and locking back the strongbox, he stood and reached for a nearby quill that was perched in an inkwell.
After slightly dabbling the quill in the ink, he began scribbling away at the open ledger before him.

Suddenly and subconsciously realizing he hadn't responded to the woman, he spoke, though without lifting his gaze from the ledger where he continued to write,[color=92278f]"Thank you for that, if you would be so kind as to to replace those on that shelf for me, please."[/color]

He finished the last but he was writing and then placed the dripping quill back in the inkwell, and then closed the ledger.

He spoke again, looking directly at her,[color=92278f]"Now, regarding your question about my choice of career, there is a multitude of reasons I chose the profession of alchemy. The good pay, the usefulness behind the craft, the scientific thrill, I could go on still yet. Not to sound coarse nor rude, but why do you ask? Curiosity is it?"[/color]