[center][h2][b][color=20B2AA] Jandar Varan[/color][/b][/h2][h3][color=20B2AA]Winton[/color][/h3][/center]
[color=20B2AA]“Merely some business talk if you don’t mind,”[/color] Jandar replied, brow politely raised. The woman was prickly, and had a burn wound on her neck; perhaps the two were correlated or perhaps this was just the natural wariness of the town-folk amplified because the threat felt was greater when confronted by someone. Such a peachy town, truly. 

[color=20B2AA]“I am curious about this town’s imports and exports. General information or even things relevant just to your shop are alright. I’m looking into some opportunities for trade, since I often work for my uncle who is also a merchant,”[/color] he explained. [color=20B2AA]“Though if that topic is not to your taste,”[/color] he added, aware the young attendee might not wish to reveal much or perhaps didn’t even know, [color=20B2AA]“then you could simply help me pick out a new attire. Some of my outfits are getting a bit dated, I believe.”[/color]