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[color=b03300]”Good morning to you William! Rude as ever I see”[/color] the sell-sword said cheerfully to the merchant apprentice, grinning down at him as if his attitude was some grand joke that she found very amusing. 

[color=b03300]”Ah yes that… I most certainly remembered that!”[/color] Sanzoku replied convincingly to the information supplied to her about the status of her order. She would have remembered it eventually. Probably in the afternoon. 

[color=b03300]”Anyway, I’m sure everything will be fine and dandy with my new kit, same as everything else I’ve gotten from your uncle. Guy’s great at what he does”[/color] she said as she gave her trick mace a pat before turning to look down at her mon with a hint of concern when she heard him growling at Taeru while standing defensively over his meal.

[color=b03300]”Ach, don't be like that little Marrow, he ain’t gonna steal your grub, and even if he does, I can just buy you some more”[/color] she told her mon while giving him a reassuring clap on the side. The houndour looked up at her for a moment and then, suitably reassured, dropped his defensive posture and gave Taeru a little yip of “dour!” in greeting and an attempt to mimic the Wynaut’s wave with his own short doggy ears.

[color=b03300]”Good boy”[/color] Sanzoku praised Marrow while giving him a little scratch behind his false skull, before both of them turned their eyes to check out the stranger joining them at the table. Stranger to Sanzoku anyway, it looked like William and this Rintaro knew each other. Business wise anyway.

[color=b03300]”Climbing gear huh? You don’t look much like those spelunking folks who seem to think being up to their eyeballs in zubats is a grand way to make a living”[/color] she said loudly and nosily to the man with strange purchasing habits, before wandering of on a tangent [color=b03300]”Not that there's anything wrong with it, I just can’t stand the agile flappy buggers myself. Once fought a guy who had a whole swarm of the things in his back pocket. A right pain in the neck that was. Literally, ha!”[/color] 

[color=b03300]”So anyway, what’s the gear for huh?”[/color] she asked, getting back to the point and then paused and thought to herself for just long enough that he might get the impression she was suspicious before she unintentionally dispelled that notion herself by saying [color=b03300]”Oh! Are you heading west? I’ve crossed the range that way once or twice, it can be quite the challenge if you don't prepare or the weather is bad. Looks like you’ll have the one half of that you can control yourself sorted if that’s the case, so good on you”[/color] and making it clear that she was mostly just very chatty.

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[@Scribe of Thoth][@AThousandCurses]