<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FF0080">Is it always this creepy in here?</span></span>Jacee thought to herself as she sipped at a mug of strong drink. She'd felt eyes on her the moment she walked in. Granted, her bright pink hair often warranted that sort of reaction, but after a few minutes people usually went back to their own business.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FF0080">If it's not my hair... Perhaps this bobble, then.</span></span>She glanced critically at the stone, wondering if it had been a good idea to play for it after all. She hoped it wouldn't bring her any unwanted trouble.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Quite the stone there."</span><br/><br/>Jacee felt a vein throb somewhere near her temple. She turned her vivid seagreen eyes to the man who spoke. Jacee felt an eyebrow slide up her forehead of it's own accord.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FF0080"> And here I thought I was dressed strangely.</span></span><br/>At length she answered the man, "A pretty bobble, nothing more." Best to leave out the Avalonian bit- if the man was looking to buy, the stone's supposed origins could be something of a deterrent.