Tammy
This place has a place called The Indigo Caverns
Olive
*The eight limbed man sat in his cave, gleefully painting a mask made out of carved bone. One similar to his, but with one large singular hole in the middle. One that would let not light or flesh through. As if staring into a gaping abyss. He cackle madly and he performed the magic necessary to activate it. Oh how unnerving! Like gazing into the hole in the moon!*

*Lehastir was situated deep in a middle corner of The Indigo Caverns. Far away from all who may bother him and his work. The only ones who stumbled across him were either looking for him, or incredibly lucky.*

*He scittered up the cave wall and hung the mask up the stone cavern. It sat in a row of other masks, each one unique and hand crafted. So pretty... He truly loved his work!*
Edwin
*Distant footsteps begin to echo into the cave. Not too hesitantly - but still cautiously - a lone figure walks further inside - a lean man. Long dark robes cover him, under a very basic set of padded armor. A knife rests on his belt - encrusted and beautiful, far more valuable than everything else he has, but somewhat ominous-looking. With his hood down, the man has a somewhat sleazy appearance, with angulous features and slightly greasy black hair.*

*Pacing into the cave, he soon finds who he's looking for, and wastes no time before introducing himself.* "A little off the beaten path... Do you hate your clients, Lehastir?... That is your name, yes? I was told this is where I could find you, but you're not making this easy, you know."

*His voice is actually playful, almost cheery. He's more jabbing some fun banter than even remotely attempting to scold him.*
Olive
*Lehastir is overjoyed at the appearance of this new client. He scitters down off the walls and sit in front of him. At least, you think he's overjoyed. You can't see his face due to the mask he wears.*

"Oh goodie! A new client! Hate my clients? No no! This little trial just separates the cream from the crop! The tough ones who really want what they are buying! You must be tough Mister! How can I help you today?"
Edwin
"A compliment. So early into the day. Damn, I'm glad I got up from bed, already." *Thoroughly sassy, the thin man comes over and leans against a stalagmite.* "I understand you create enchanted apparel? I might require your services."

*He quickly regrets it, the humid surface seeping its chilling humidity through his clothes. Blegh. Now he'll smell of wet dirt for hours.* "I'm *Not* Particularly wealthy, so don't get toooo hopeful. I may only be able to commit to this request after some jobs."
Olive
*The lanky spider folk claps his six hands and laughs madly, he crawls back behind him and gestures to the wall, covered in Innumerable masks*

"You heard correct, yes you did! I make magic masks for all you magic mask needs! All kinds! With all magics! For all people! Don't worry about payment, I'm sure we'll figure something out! What do you have in mind? Fire breathing? Water breathing? No breathing? Anything!"
Edwin
"You might find it unsavory, but I'm after something a lot less pleasant." *His playful demeanour grows a little more serious.* "I am after something that could help me detect dead bodies. Even if concealed."
*From easy-going to stern, Devon does a complete 180 in tone.*
Olive
"Dead body detection? Sure thing! Easy! Not hard at all! No questions asked! I can do that. Look through dirt and stone and lead lined coffins!"

*He crawls over to a pile of materials and begins grasping at random things. He nods, more than confident in his abilities. He crawls back to Devon, towering over him.*

"Now for matter of payment!"
Edwin
"This is going to hurt, isn't it." *He says, nonchallantly. He can't help but look at the masks. All of them. So many masks. Some are more mask-like. Others are maskier. And even some are particularly mask-esque. Loads of masks.*
Olive
"Oh don't worry, not one bit! I won't take any of your precious gold. I have no use for gold. Gold is worthless, sad, metal. No no no... What I am interested in is..."

*He crawls close to Devon and points a longer finger at the dagger on Devon's hip.*

"That dagger... So pretty... So sharp... So well maintained! You must get lots of use out of it. I want it. Yes, I'll have it. Exchange of good yes? Mask for knife. Good deal, yes!"
Edwin
"You *Wouldn't* Want this dagger. I assure you. It belonged to a distant and very unsavory ancestor of mine. It's a ritual dagger, for necromantic purposes. I *Despise* It, but not only it is crucial for my work, I also would rather not have it out and about in the world, ending up in careless hands. ...I have some *Other* Enchanted trinkets, but likely none that you'd consider a fair trade for your services or a fitting alternative - they are extremely irrelevant in what they do." *He sounds faintly disappointed - almost like he'd love to accept, rather than being put off by such a request.*
Olive
*Lehastir shrugs nonchalantly and sits back.*

"No mask. Simple as that. Deal offered was refused. Only deal. Only chance."

*He crawls back to the pile of supplies and places everything he has picked up back down. He crawls onto the wall and sits there, like a grotesque tarantula sitting in its burrow.*
Edwin
*He frowns a little bit.* "Sorry to disappoint. But I really can't part with it, not in good conscience. Perhaps I can repay your service with a service of my own?" *He muses.* "You could be missing out as much as I am, if you insist on the knife..."
Olive
"The knife is valuable to you. That is why I want it. If you have another sentimental item, I would happily take it in the knife's place. Feelings are the most primal of magics. They burrow into an item and provide much power, if only one knows how to access it! That is what I do! Perhaps if you have something you hate enough... That will also work! Otherwise... If you truly want the mask but have nothing to offer... The only service you can perform is one of emotional labor! Kill a loved one, or achieve a great triumph, or feel insurmountable rage!"
Edwin
"I'm going to stare at you and rage real hard, then." *He doesn't. For once, it's like his more playful side resurfaces a little.* "You're really not making this easy, are you. But all I have is *Stuff.* Neither love it nor hate it. I have a nice magic torch that never goes out, but can't burn or ignite things, so it's mostly useless. A deck of cards that does tricks. Useless. I could go on, but I just don't have anything I'm passionate about for good or ill. *Not even the knife.* "
Olive
"Goodbye then!"

*He waves with one of his six arms. Clearly he isn't joking. He needs something charged with some kind of emotion in order for the mask making process to work.*

"Well, I can still make you *A* Mask. It just won't be magic! I need that emotional energy! It's how it works!"