<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/XqkHrYP.jpg)</div><strong>Name :</strong>Enkh<br/><strong>Race and Occupation :</strong>Inumimi martial artist<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time :</strong>Afternoon, Amberdale General store<br/><strong>Tagging :</strong>Bel-Kharran-Sharrat<br/><br/>Mystery man? To a stranger he must have been a mystery, yes. Rising from looking over the various goods, his attention was soon directed to the woman who worked here. A curious expression turned to a genial one as his eyes lit up and his lips curled into a smile. “Ah, I did not mean to make you get up. I am sorry for that.” His accent was noticeable, the common tongue a secondary language. Through the accent still came a friendly tone as his eyes briefly looked from her to the store. “I’ve come quite a ways indeed! Amberdale is a new land to me. I will be staying for some time though and I am in hope that this store has what I look for. You are the owner, yes?” Taking the peach, his tail again swished about, his hands briefly against hers before he took the fuzzy and new fruit in hand. “Thank you but forgive me, orchards are fruit trees, I think. We do not really have them where I come from.” He was not sure what they were exactly, though he recalls passing rows after rows of trees that grew all sorts of fruit, so this must have been that.<br/><br/>“I am looking for a few things, soaps first. A more soft scent, strong ones make me feel uneasy. And a brush, again something soft. Sometimes the firmer feeling ones hurt my tail.” As his ears briefly stooped, he then took a bite of the peach, fanged canines piercing the soft skin as he perked up mid-taste. Eagerly chewing and swallowing, he smiled again as he spoke. “And more of these, if you have them. These are very good!” The excitement of trying something new was palpable, his somewhat tired body swiftly perking up. “Those are what I look for, and I have coin to pay for all.” From what he knew of merchants, those last few words tended to make them all happy.