[center][img]https://txt.1001fonts.net/img/txt/dHRmLjE0Mi5lN2UzMGMuVDNKcFlYTS4w/vengeance.regular.png[/img][/center] [color=1BC617]Time: 10 am, Soller Location: Alleyways in Roshmi City Interactions: Nabarra [@nasty] Mentions: Equipment: Sword, bow and arrows, small knife, wayfinder, fire kit, a pouch with about 120 amas[/color] [hr] [color=B7E3B6]Orias shrugged as Nabarra dismissed his suggestion of pretending to be some reptilian creature as too difficult. He would’ve figured passing for something cold-blooded and slimy would be second nature to a dark elf but held back on voicing that thought. Instead, he nodded along as Nabarra explained what to get, even in relaying a simple shopping list the dark elf’s language was coarse. [color=1BC617][i]What was it his parents had always said of dark elves? Ah, a most uncivilized and vulgar race. Probably the softest thing they'd ever spoken of dark elves.[/i][/color] Personally, he could appreciate that Nabarra was direct and simple in the request. [color=1BC617]“Cloak, long-sleeved, and a mask.”[/color] He repeated the instructions back as he caught the coin pouch tossed at him and headed out of the alleyway. Never in his life did he expect he’d end up the errand boy for a dark elf and now here he was with a shopping list, what a strange day. On his way to the tailor, he passed one of the many Odds and Ends shops littered through all of Avalia, well known for both their bargains and ease of finding all sorts of random items. Although there were no decent cloaks to be found, they had an assortment of masks that he quickly browsed through. He grabbed a pair of cat-like masks and exchanged 3 amas from Nabarro’s pouch and 3 from his own before leaving Odds and Ends. The air was soft and warm, the pink glow of the sun beat down upon him, and made the walk towards the tailor a pleasant one. He chose the small shop of a tailor who made their garments in a simple but sturdy fashion. None of the extravagance that many of the newer shops indulged in, but much better suited for blending in. He wasted no time perusing, preferring to immediately locate the shopkeeper and explain exactly what he was looking for. He relayed what Nabarra had told him, leaving out the more colorful parts of her language, to a rabbit-like demihuman whose fur was graying around the face. A simple hooded cloak, with long flared sleeves, and a bit of fabric that hid the lower part of one’s face was easily found that was well within their budget. He paid the amas, thanked the shopkeeper, and went on his way. It occurred to Orias how simple his errands were for him, how agreeable he found most shopkeepers, and how mundane his dealings with them were. As a light elf, he was simply assumed to be a decent citizen, not a character of suspicion amongst the demihuman city, and how even without any acts of aggression Nabarra would have the opposite assumptions made of her. He was glad he had not voiced his less than kind thoughts on dark elves being cold-blooded and slimy, it was likely that she would encounter enough of that in choosing to ally herself against her own people. As he returned to the alleyway that led towards the greenhouse he decided that if he was going to be aligning himself with this dark elf, and it seemed apparent that he was, he was going to have to do a better job of it. [color=1BC617]“As requested, one cloak and one mask.”[/color] He said handing her the bag with a cloak inside, the feline mask painted black and white, and her only slightly lighter pouch of amas. [color=1BC617]“And well under budget, I might add.”[/color] Orias said as he slipped on the other feline mask, white with a black and green design painted on it. [color=1BC617]“Now we can look equally ridiculous enjoying ale in the most notorious tavern in the city while wearing cat masks. I’ll have to try and contain myself and not hiss at anyone.”[/color] This was certainly turning out to be a very strange day indeed.[/color] Purchases with Nabarra’s amas 1 cloak-15 amas 1 mask (#2)-3 amas Purchases with Orias’s amas 1 mask (#3)-3amas