His smile broadens as he inclines his white head in amused assent. "I do not see why not," Yrael says as they wander over.
The merchant may have gotten more than he had bargained for by calling himself to their attention, but he seems determined to do his best. "Ah, Lady, my poor establishment has never before been graced with such a divine presence as yours," he says, pale but smiling as he wonders where this obviously high-born pair hails from. His hands shake slightly as he spreads the beautiful cloth wrap between them. It falls in almost liquid folds of blue and purple, its edges shining. "This is my finest, see the tiny stitches of gold upon its edges, almost as beautiful as the Lady's eyes."
The merchant pauses, worried he might have overstepped his bounds and offended the Lady. One never knew with some nobles, after all. Some of them were downright weird.
Yrael just smiles quietly, listening. Secretly, he thinks the merchant is holding up admirably, poor fellow.
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Date: 2007-01-03 11:42 pm (UTC)From:The merchant may have gotten more than he had bargained for by calling himself to their attention, but he seems determined to do his best. "Ah, Lady, my poor establishment has never before been graced with such a divine presence as yours," he says, pale but smiling as he wonders where this obviously high-born pair hails from. His hands shake slightly as he spreads the beautiful cloth wrap between them. It falls in almost liquid folds of blue and purple, its edges shining. "This is my finest, see the tiny stitches of gold upon its edges, almost as beautiful as the Lady's eyes."
The merchant pauses, worried he might have overstepped his bounds and offended the Lady. One never knew with some nobles, after all. Some of them were downright weird.
Yrael just smiles quietly, listening. Secretly, he thinks the merchant is holding up admirably, poor fellow.