[b][color=662d91][h3]K E N J I    T A K E D A[/h3][/color][/b][sub]:[/sub]
Interacting with: [@Adeline] Genevieve 

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[i]'Medical thread and bandages'[/i] It was clear to him that she didn't trust him with anything beyond the blatantly obvious, keeping the request painfully simple. But it was fair enough, he had given her no reason to think otherwise. Without saying a word, Kenji just gives her a slow nod and hobbles off down past a shelf, eyes musing over its wares. Finally he picks up a packet of sterile bandages and turns them over with a faint frown, letting the merchant see.

[color=662d91]"Hm… these aren’t sealed as tightly as I’d expect. In my country, a patient’s family would take this as a sign of disrespect. We treat supplies as a reflection of the care we give — and the honour of the healer. My friend here? This will make her look like she is not serious."[/color]
It was clear to Genevieve that Kenji was suddenly vastly exaggerating his oriental accent and mannerisms.

Continuing on, leaning in with a quiet, regretful tone. [color=662d91]"Now, if I return with supplies like this and tell my people I paid full price? They will think I don’t value her skill… or their health. That would shame both of us and misfortune would follow us all... You do not want that do you?"[/color] 

He straightens, giving a thin smile. [color=662d91]"So… perhaps you help me save some face, and I’ll tell everyone you are the only merchant in the city worth trusting with a healer’s honour."[/color] 

He pulls a silken cloth from his pocket, clean compared to everything else around, neat lines marking an exotic character on it.

[color=662d91]"And for that."[/color] He nods to the supplies Genevieve was picking up.[color=662d91]"I'll even add in this."[/color] He lays down the fabric carefully and neatly unfurls it. Treating it with the utmost dignity and respect. [color=662d91]"From the artisans of Kyoto… one of a kind. The Emperor himself wears such silk. This symbol keeps away malevolent spirits."[/color] He looks around the merchant like he can see something the man cannot. Nodding knowingly. [color=662d91]"You must have it. It will fix your fortune. Some spirits blame the doctor, some blame the seller of supplies."[/color] He gives a small shrug like it was all a minor frivolity. 

[color=662d91]"Hang it up with the symbol on display and not only will it cleanse your shop, but my people will know that this is a good place to shop."[/color] He clasps both his hands together and gives a deep bow to the shop keeper. Sealing the trade without giving the man  much say.

He tried to hurry Genevieve, who hadn't even needed to touch her own coins, out of the shop before the merchant could change his mind. Leaving him at the counter examining the cloth and looking around for evil spirits.