James
*As she puffed out clouds of white smog, her eyes glanced to the side. Her advisor is watching around with an impressed expression on his face. Looking back in front of her, he trusted Yughotta to catch on and play along with her scenario. One peculiar detail strikes Akasha. When the shop owner, Ilgrid, announced the prospect of an investor to the whole workshop, the reaction was more mixed than she had expected. It is as if the words "Not again" Is painted on some of their faces and mannerisms. She couldn't help but think that this is not the first time nor the second that the shop owner had done the same thing. Most likely, which often leads to more loss than gain, and his workers know of this.*
 
"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr. Ilgrid." *She said, putting on the most charming smile that she can muster.*
 
"Yes, I have heard hearsay regarding your inherited art of lapidary. It is no wonder that everything I've seen here is nothing short but fine pieces. Though, something strikes me as quite.. Odd."
 
*Akasha began to stride again across the establishment. With her pipe at hand, her eyes are laid at some of the workers there. Mogash, Lora, and a few Silnari. Some of the workers of Ilgrid seemed to have more of 'awareness' of this matter, more than their master. The gullibility of the owner. However, she wondered, why don't they speak up? There are possibilities that they already had, but the master brushed it off. Though, she can't be certain. After taking a single puff, she continued where she left off.*
 
"You mentioned the decline of your business. On top of that, the prices that you've listed... Well, I happened to know one of the merchants who is affiliated with this workshop, you see, Mr Ilgrid. His name is Mr. Epuluk. Does that name ring any bell?" *She paused, looking straight at the lora, feigning sharp expression.*
 
"In fact, the reason I decided to set my foot here is because of that gentlemen."
Ann
"Yes, I have heard hearsay regarding your inherited art of lapidary. It is no wonder that everything I've seen here is nothing short but fine pieces. Though, something strikes me as quite.. Odd."

"Of course, we cut nothing but the best... But what do you speak of... Odd?"

"You mentioned the decline of your business. On top of that, the prices that you've listed... Well, I happened to know one of the merchants who is affiliated with this workshop, you see, Mr Ilgrid. His name is Mr. Epuluk. Does that name ring any bell?" She paused, looking straight at the lora, feigning sharp expression.

"Of course, he's my biggest buyer. He sets us up with a mine and we sell him gems, he sometimes tells me how the sales go. Sometimes we can go months without him buying anything, but that's okay! Just means we have to wait and cut costs till he comes back... But what does that have to do with the decline of my business" *Everyone else in the station groans loudly, some of them mutter "I had to get by on breadcrumbs! BREADCRUMBS!"*

"In fact, the reason I decided to set my foot here is because of that gentlemen."

"Oh, so you also want to do business with him? That's why you're meeting with me. It's a shame, though, seems he wouldn't be interested in books"
James
*She puts her index finger in the middle of her forehead and sighed alongside the groans of everyone else. It's no wonder how the people there seemed to be upset and unenthusiastic at the notion of a business partner opportunity. He **Is** Gullible. Hearing the whispered words of some of the people there, she can't help but feel sorry about them. Which even almost made her consider actually investing into this place.*
 
"Well, what actually happened was less pleasant than that, Mr. Ilgrid." *She said, putting the pipe in her mouth.*
 
"My Lawyer, why don't you explain the details of our 'interesting encounter' with the esteemed merchant, to our good sire here? Don't leave out his brilliant pricing as well."
 
*Akasha's eyes met Yughotta as she said that. She trusts that the uzhi would be sharp enough to catch on and leave out unnecessary details, while.. Slightly twist the truth to fit their current scenario. A wealthy scholar with interest in gemstones and her aide, who happened to be simply intrigued after the fishy scent of Epuluk's business had wafted into their noses, striving to find its root.*