[ Lirael can only manage to rise her hands in a placating manner as she smiles. Yes please, go away now. She then turns to her savior, taking in the details that make her stand out. She does a better work of blending in, considering that a long, thin sword sticks out of Lirael's backpack. The tattoos are somewhat familiar, considering her own Charter mark on her forehead, but if they mean something she can't tell.
Nonetheless she beams at Faith. ]
Thank you so much. It has been a while since I had to deal with merchants like this.
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Nonetheless she beams at Faith. ]
Thank you so much. It has been a while since I had to deal with merchants like this.