Coatleque was standing quietly at the market stall performing one of her typical under-cover inspections. The stall's owner merely rolled his eyes and stood with arms crossed as she slowly perused over the various vegetables on display. She was looking for a particular type of mushroom today which was illegal to import yet had started to become popular among the refugees. A hallucinogen which carried risk of aneurism if too great a quantity were ingested.
She paid no attention to the Lalafell talking to himself behind her until he was right up to her side waving some magic wand with a linkpearl precariously tied to the end of it towards her. Her concentration broken now she leaned up from the stall and half turned in his direction.
"A-apologies. Are you speaking to me?"
Looking around and seeing nobody else at this particular stall she made her own deduction.
"Oh... erm... What I like most about the city? I would say the myriad of interesting people I tend to meet on the streets. It seems I cannot go a day without running into someone who feels the need to divulge their life's history in one breath.
I would ask you the same question, sir, but I have the feeling you are not here looking for conversation."
She paid no attention to the Lalafell talking to himself behind her until he was right up to her side waving some magic wand with a linkpearl precariously tied to the end of it towards her. Her concentration broken now she leaned up from the stall and half turned in his direction.
"A-apologies. Are you speaking to me?"
Looking around and seeing nobody else at this particular stall she made her own deduction.
"Oh... erm... What I like most about the city? I would say the myriad of interesting people I tend to meet on the streets. It seems I cannot go a day without running into someone who feels the need to divulge their life's history in one breath.
I would ask you the same question, sir, but I have the feeling you are not here looking for conversation."
