❝ SO ARE YOU THE PURVEYOR OF INFORMATION I WAS PROMISED? ❞ a single , armour-shielded elbow would meet the surface of the wooden pub table with an audible thud , vision locked onto the towering woman that stood opposite of her. curious , she’d muse , drinking in the exotic sight of the woodswoman. long , ivory locks were hoisted up in a unique fashion , and though scantily clad , their garb conveyed one thing well . . . STRENGTH. she wouldn’t ogle for long , however , as she’d come here with very important and potentially lucrative intentions.
❝ legend has it , your kind is pretty sensitive to the effects of mist . . . and by extension , nethicite? ❞ without even waiting for a response , aranea would snake a hand downward , nimble fingertips unfastening a cloth tie from the loop at her waist - subsequently , a hefty sum of gil , nestled within a snakeskin pouch , was tossed onto the table , as incentive. if her actions alone hadn’t adequately conveyed her desires ; the expression decorating her features would certainly handle what was left of it. a single , finely shaped brow would rise , alongside the corners of her lips stretching upward , beckoningly.
@taciiturn // a dragoon unto the conflict.
