<div class="floatleft">(http://i867.photobucket.com/albums/ab235/bloodiedporcelain/elcharacterpics/childedit1.jpg)</div><em>Solfiria Character Post</em><br/><strong>Time of day beginning post</strong>: Noon<br/><strong>Time of day ending post</strong>: Noon<br/><strong>Location beginning post</strong>: Inside Sal's<br/><strong>Location ending post</strong>: Outside Sal's<br/><strong>Characters currently interacting with</strong>: Corann<br/><strong>GM Intervention Request\Required?</strong>No.<br/><hr/><br/>Sol had heard those words before 'fairly rare'. She wasn't an idiot, and her lips had parted behind her veil to argue with the man when suddenly the tall, broad fellow beside her leaned in. All at once, Sal went pale and seemed to suddenly, drastically, change his mind about trying to over charge her. Though she was grateful for the help, she was also curious, and glanced up at the man through mismatched eyes. When Sal quoted his finally price, she frowned some but slid the gold across the counter, said a polite "thank you" and moved to gather her things.<br/><br/>This was roughly the time that Sal and the big man began to argue over clothes before and even Sol thought it was extreme to charge a gold for a single set of clothing. The inks she'd picked up were good quality, so a few gold was understandable for those... but just one set of clothes? Even with tailoring... When Corann turned to walk out, she opened her lips to speak to him but he'd moved by her before she got the chance to utter even a syllable. He brushed by her, making her step back in haste to give him room as she watched him with wide eyes, glancing between him and Sal.<br/><br/>Blinking a few times, Sol told herself it wasn't any of her business, but clothing fiasco aside, she was deeply curious to know why that... that<em>man</em>felt like a storm all on his own. Turning, she tucked her things in to her bag and followed him out in to the street. Pausing next to him, Sol turned to look up at him. "Don't look like that," she said with a sigh. "I'm sure there are other merchants in town... I think there's a name... starts with a P... I dunno, something like that."<br/><br/>Her hand lifted to pat his upper arm, and she noticed just how tiny her hand was in comparison to his bicep. Blinking some, she stared at the place where her hand rested before she pulled it away.