Salem squinted against the sun to look at the man-- no, half-elf, he realized-- standing over him. He pocketed the coin from his hat, and took a step to the right of the half-elf so he could see him without looking straight into the sun. "Why, thank you! For your praise and your coin." He smiled slightly, then frowned. He didn't care who was in his audience, but it wouldn't do to be seen being friendly with a taboo of society like this one.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BFFFFF"> Logan saw the frown and exhaled quietly, realizing the problem. "Ah, yes." A soft smile. "I'll take my leave now. I wish you well in your future endeavors." He inclined his head in respect.</span><br/><br/>He felt a little bad for making the half-elf leave. "Tell you what," he began, voice sounding slightly different now. For that matter, all of him looked different. He looked like a slightly plumper, grizzled half-ling wearing dirty riding clothes. "I'm done performing for the day. Tell me what brings you to Arborline." His voice was deeper, and gruff. This display, was of course, pre-made. On a key chain he had a number of charms that he could activate with different spell-words, to give him disguises he'd fabricated at some earlier date, when he had time and books around him to create it. Salem put the 'pre' in prepared.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BFFFFF">Logan's eyebrows rose slightly. He was impressed. "I'm only passing through," he said easily. "I'll stay for a few days, see if I can earn some more coin, and then be on my way." A slight smile. "It's better that way.</span><br/><br/>"Ahhhh," he rumbled. "A traveler. Hardly surprising, with your... unfortunate heritage." He grinned. "For just a few coins, I could help you with that," he offered, eyes bright. "I could make you a handsome chap, or a homely nobody who can get by without being noticed... Whatever you would prefer." He fiddled with the charms at his waist as they clicked against each other.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BFFFFF">He blinked and gave the half-ling a level look. "I have no coin. I had to buy provisions; that's why I need to try to find a job." He looked away and rolled his shoulders slightly. "I need to move on as soon as I can."</span><br/><br/>He grinned. "I can wait for you to make the money. But think... the things you buy won't be so overpriced... you won't be as underpaid... you'll have looks to switch between if someone undesirable goes looking for you... C'moooon. It's worth it."<br/><br/><span style="color: #BFFFFF">He thinned his lips. "You know, if I hadn't seen you switch appearances just now, I would walk away and think of you as nothing more than a sleazy charlatan trying to make some money off me." He exhaled, thinking. "I suppose it would be helpful..."</span><br/><br/>Salem smiled. "Please, please, I know how to do business. No one would buy from me if they hadn't seen a demonstration." He pulled a card from his pocket. "This is all the information you'll need. Come see me when you have some money to spend."<br/><br/><span style="color: #BFFFFF">He smiled a little, looking at the card before slipping it into his pocket. "Salem, huh? I'm Logan. I'll be back to see you soon, hopefully."<br/><br/>With that, he headed back towards the marketplace. Hopefully, there would be someone who needed a horse or something tamed.</span><br/><br/>Salem watched him go, smirking slightly. "Does it make me a bad person that I make money off of bigotry?" he asked himself, thinking for a moment. "Nah," he decided, "I'm not the bigoted one. I don't make people bigoted. I just happen to profit from it."