Clad in her black tunic and spectacles, Melodia stepped into the shop, her boots clomping against the wooden floor. The tailor shop had been on the inspection list for some time and the prior inspector had done little to enforce compliance. Since she'd taken the position suns before, her connections with the Yellowjackets still paying off, she had made a promise to get caught up. To ensure this list wasn't quite so long, so embarrassingly long and overdue. She had entered the shop and saw no one around. "Hello?" She called out as her eyes wandered over the wares for sale. Â
The smell hit her nose and she found her mouth slightly turn into a frown. It was blood. A smell she'd grown up around and had her own fair share of cleaning over the years. She'd spilled her own in her life and as the iron touched her nostrils her ears twitched. The next words came with a hint of caution as she locked the door behind her, one hand moving to the blade strapped her waist. "Hello? Someone in here?" She made a cautious move toward the back and the sound came to her...scrubbing. She kept her hand on the hilt of her blade and she called louder. "You in the back....come out...now." She hoped for a misunderstanding and remained cautious as she blocked the exit. While she hoped, she was not optimistic as the amount of blood she could smell was far more than a mere pinprick.
The smell hit her nose and she found her mouth slightly turn into a frown. It was blood. A smell she'd grown up around and had her own fair share of cleaning over the years. She'd spilled her own in her life and as the iron touched her nostrils her ears twitched. The next words came with a hint of caution as she locked the door behind her, one hand moving to the blade strapped her waist. "Hello? Someone in here?" She made a cautious move toward the back and the sound came to her...scrubbing. She kept her hand on the hilt of her blade and she called louder. "You in the back....come out...now." She hoped for a misunderstanding and remained cautious as she blocked the exit. While she hoped, she was not optimistic as the amount of blood she could smell was far more than a mere pinprick.
