[ Beleth herself might have made a stop once or twice in Darktown, strictly professionally, to chat with some of the gangs, professionally, about what she would professionally do to them if they bothered the Inquisition agents in Darktown. Open communication is essential, after all.
The Medicine Seller's crack about hats earns him a loud giggle, Beleth quickly shaking her head. ]
Maybe just those veils that sweep back the hair. Mine is always getting in the way, anyway.
[ Beleth is politely silent as she watches the woman speak to him, head tilting curiously as the woman leaves. Then she glances at The Medicine Seller, expression thoughtful. ]
You help the people down here. They surely can't pay much, you'd get more in Hightown. I wonder--is it because the Hightown nobles dislike the idea of buying from a rifter elf? Or could it be, Glaewron, that you're a kind person?
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The Medicine Seller's crack about hats earns him a loud giggle, Beleth quickly shaking her head. ]
Maybe just those veils that sweep back the hair. Mine is always getting in the way, anyway.
[ Beleth is politely silent as she watches the woman speak to him, head tilting curiously as the woman leaves. Then she glances at The Medicine Seller, expression thoughtful. ]
You help the people down here. They surely can't pay much, you'd get more in Hightown. I wonder--is it because the Hightown nobles dislike the idea of buying from a rifter elf? Or could it be, Glaewron, that you're a kind person?