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	The man was obviously some variety of eccentric madman, and likely a wealthy one too. He didn’t wear the usual long, heavily dyed cloaks of the wealthy, but his trousers were made of an exotic material Amber had never seen before, his torso coat was made of leather so very refined, and he was clean, cleaner than any man she had ever seen with not even trace of body odour. Atop all that, he was wearing some unknown and therefore likely expensive form of man’s perfume.  She had met eccentric madmen before, and not once did the meeting turn out well. 

He greeted her with ‘hello’ but she didn’t reply. She stood glaring, looking him up and down, assessing his daggers, sniffing the air a few times more to see if she could recall smelling that scent before. She couldn’t. 

The man too started behaving a little awkwardly, shifting his weight to one leg and folding his arms, he even had a long gander at the exposed crease of her cleavage before thinking it was his obligation to try and remedy the situation with a thick, madman smile.  

‘I’m Jack,’ he added, ‘just passing through town on a job. I need something crafted out of leather, maybe some new clothes as well… and I hear you might be the one to talk to about that?’

She slammed the door in his face.