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[@PaulHaynek], [@13org] (BST) 
Chills ran up Magnus' spine once Bast smiled. That...that didn't seem friendly in the slightest. Regardless, he tried to remain composed a smidge while listening to him. Maybe he just...had a really backstabby-as-fuck smile? A boy's foolish quest for revenge...seemed that Bast had seen something troubling. Was he...upset? It was extremely hard for Magnus to guess, given Bast's usual level of composure, but he felt like labeling it as "foolish" made sense to him in that line of thinking. Bast just seemed so...untouchable. As if he was on some kind of other level, either socially or physically.

Setting his thoughts of Bast probably being higher than him socially (mostly since he wore a fancy shirt) Magnus listened to Bart's words. [color=FF5353][b]"The dining room is really nice...I appreciate the high ceiling."[/b][/color] He said, standing on his tip-toes and still not goring the fuck out of the ceiling. [color=FF5353][b]"As for a name...um...I'm not really good with coming up with names in the common tongue here. S-Sorry...I doubt anybody would want to visit a place called Étalingue Esquif without knowing what it means."[/b][/color] he said, letting out a small, nervous chuckle. Even reading the native language here was a challenge sometimes, but he'd adapted as best he could manage for the time. Maybe sometime he could ask one of the guild-mates for help with some words, but right now, he would just figure Bast or Bart would come up with something good.

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[color=A9A9A9][center][h2]The Dragon's Dressmaker[/h2][/center]
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[@Eviledd1984]
Hurriedly looking up as Maria agreed to help, she could see Nephele's eyes visibly sparkling. [color=A9A9A9][b]"You will!? Wait right here!"[/b][/color] she said before dashing off to her pile of loot, hurriedly burrowing into it in a way similar to a mole, before bursting out of a pile of coins while holding what seemed to be a...catalog. Judging by the fraying and tearing of the pages, it seemed to be very well used. Flipping through it until she found a dog eared page, Nephele held it out to Maria and pointed to an outfit that seemed...not too grand for such a demand. A black sleeveless set over a white collared shirt with a hint of frilling down the neckline to the heart, and a red tie perched around said collar. Was... this it?

Given her expression and incessant taping of the page with one of her claws. [color=A9A9A9][b]"So elegantly plain...I know that it may be not much to most, but the idea of it entrances me. The dress maker lived here some time ago in the village just to the South, within the fog. Please, see that he is willing to make one for me. I've even taken the necessary measurements and written them on the page. Here, this should be enough for it."[/b][/color] she said, before plopping a bag of coins into Maria's hands. [color=A9A9A9][b]"Just South of this cave, in a building with a sign out front of a spool and thread."[/b][/color] she added, before taking a deep breath, a massive amount of fog suddenly billowing into the cave, and suddenly vanishing, leaving a straight path right to Maria's destination. [color=A9A9A9][b]"If they don't have my size, that's fine. I could stand to lose a few pounds anyways."[/b][/color]