Melodia was tense, sweat beading on her brow as she heard the door creak. The scrubbing had ceased and the quiet enveloped the shop as the sun set, draping everything in orange and black as the shadows settled. She took a cautious step toward the door and left her fingertips dancing on the hilt of her blade while she spoke in reply. Her head tilted slightly toward the door, ears twitching now.
"I'm no' here for a sale...finishing up my inspection rounds." The blood scent was tearing through her sense now and she was widening her stance defensively without realizing she was doing it. That voice...
"You can come out. Just need to check some figures and I'll be out o' your hair." Every word was laced with nerves and her eyes were locked to that backroom door.
"I'm no' here for a sale...finishing up my inspection rounds." The blood scent was tearing through her sense now and she was widening her stance defensively without realizing she was doing it. That voice...
"You can come out. Just need to check some figures and I'll be out o' your hair." Every word was laced with nerves and her eyes were locked to that backroom door.