Tilting her head in confusion, Rhea’s ears cocked themselves for a moment, before she realized something. Flushing red, she moved to bow, expertly gathering the fan and cloth in one hand.
“My apologies, M’lady. I am the merchant Rhea… Sister to C’zhaer I suppose. As for an honest merchant, if you ever find one, I’m sure they do not exist here in this city. Plenty of friendly monsters though.†Rhea chuckled to herself. Inwardly, she questioned if Vaughn was playing dumb or had actually thought the two of them separate, but she didn’t bother actually asking.
Her head cocked at the question. She eyed the fan in question, then at the unopened box. “I’m afraid the dance in question would require something a little more… specific.†She moved to place the long fan back, folding the trail carefully and recapping the box. “Too specialized for the dance it was made for, as you know. But…†Rhea bit her lip as her eyes locked upon the other thin boxes in the crate. Her fingers hesitated for a moment as they brushed against the lacquered casing, before pulling out a much larger, thicker box. “Well, I suppose it couldn’t hurt, after all, it’s not like we have much of an audience to pander to.†Pulling out the case she pried the thing open, carefully revealing a pair of much simpler fans, the wooden slats carefully engraved with great cranes mid-flight.
“My apologies, M’lady. I am the merchant Rhea… Sister to C’zhaer I suppose. As for an honest merchant, if you ever find one, I’m sure they do not exist here in this city. Plenty of friendly monsters though.†Rhea chuckled to herself. Inwardly, she questioned if Vaughn was playing dumb or had actually thought the two of them separate, but she didn’t bother actually asking.
Her head cocked at the question. She eyed the fan in question, then at the unopened box. “I’m afraid the dance in question would require something a little more… specific.†She moved to place the long fan back, folding the trail carefully and recapping the box. “Too specialized for the dance it was made for, as you know. But…†Rhea bit her lip as her eyes locked upon the other thin boxes in the crate. Her fingers hesitated for a moment as they brushed against the lacquered casing, before pulling out a much larger, thicker box. “Well, I suppose it couldn’t hurt, after all, it’s not like we have much of an audience to pander to.†Pulling out the case she pried the thing open, carefully revealing a pair of much simpler fans, the wooden slats carefully engraved with great cranes mid-flight.
