Vyre perked up when she heard the roar and Ashia would be able to see the Elf's ears turning just slightly as she identified the sound and the location it came from. Still keeping an eye out for sound, she cut out another gland from the pterodax and held it up. She gave the organ a hard squeeze and the flesh of her arm began to burn away from the leaking acid<span style="color: #8000ff">. "If that's not poison I don't know what is." </span>When her now ruined arm fell off at the elbow it reformed almost instantly in a flash of silver.<span style="color: #8000ff"> "But the meat in this one might be salvageable, that..." </span>She stopped and looked ahead as her ears locked onto the creature in the distance.<span style="color: #8000ff">"What is that?"</span><br/><br/>He held up one hand and returned to his counter. "I don't just make tings for anyone who throws money at me, I have more self-respect than dat." He looked pointedly at Saerwynn as though he recognized her though the young demon seemed oblivious as she continued to look around the shop. "Loincloths are free, everyone deserves a pair of comfortable undawear. I won't make none for the demon though, no reason ta make you spend money when she can just change her armor ta match. I'm also not ignorin' the fact you mentioned dese be for a man named Ras." He looked over the measurements again and let out a sigh. "Da Darkspear don't take kindly to that name, even if it ain't the real one... but I'm thinkin' it is. Come back in a few hours, I'll get an outfit fixed up for ya by then. If ya like it you can pay me and be on your way."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>