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[h2][b]Velles 5th[/b][/h2]

[b]Location:[/b] Merchants’ Quarters, Isabella’s Residence - Commoners' Dormitory
[b]Day of the week:[/b] Lepdes
[b]Time:[/b] 3:XX HS
[b]Characters:[/b] Abdel [@YummyYummy], Isabella

[i]This is a reply to an event that takes place before the day of the Dragon.[/i]

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[color=a187be]”A regular old piece of ribeye might do the trick, but I like to be prepared.”[/color] Isabella replied to Abdel’s inquiry. Though she was able to answer him, the seamstress was too focused on her current project to spare her assistant any eye contact. She was working on cutting the buttonholes out of an expensive looking wool doublet. Mineral dye gave it a rich blue color, and gold embroidery was stitched from the sleeves all the way down to the waist in an intricate floral pattern. For the nobleman who commissioned the piece it was just another addition to his overflowing wardrobe. For Isabella, it was the sum of hours upon hours of labor. 

[color=a187be]”Let’s see here…”[/color] Izzy set aside her work in progress and scooped up Abdel’s spoils. She poked her finger at the pile of change he brought back and nodded with approval. It actually didn’t matter whether he brought back any of the errand money or not. Isabella’s profits were guaranteed from the moment she negotiated a price for her commissions. Her noble clientele were essentially idiots with money to burn, so they were happy to overpay three or four times what they should as long as the work was high quality. 

Without explanation or warning, Isabella rolled over and threw a lace collar around Abdel’s neck. Lately he had taken the place of the bronze statue she used to model her handiwork on, and she was not shy about treating him like a piece of furniture.

[color=a187be]”Interesting.”[/color] She mumbled cryptically before removing the collar. Isabella didn’t appear too worried about discussing strategies for the Dragon at the moment. After class, during lunch breaks, and even between stretches of the Trials she was busy with work. If it weren’t for her disability one might even consider her a superwoman. 

Abdel froze up like a kitten being pulled by the nape when his employer used his neck as a standard for whatever prototype she was working on. An awkward silence soon followed. Maybe he was scared of what could come next, and avoiding motion could make him invisible to the questionably human specimen he signed his soul to. Although staying put was never Abdel’s strong suit, [color=9e0039][b]“... So, the dragon. Yep, I can see this fabric being helpful.”[/b][/color] he nodded as his weathered hand passed over the velvet he had brought to Isabella, [color=9e0039][b]“Man, I’d work overtime for a new running getup with this fabric.”[/b][/color]

There was a predatory look in Isabella’s eye when Abdel made that thoughtless comment. He had no idea what he had just roped himself into.

[color=a187be]”That can be arranged.”[/color] She smiled as she held up a pair of scissors.