<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/16/Belmug.jpg)</div><strong>Name :</strong>Bel-Kharran-Sharrat<br/><strong>Race and Occupation :</strong>Sekhemi portalmancer<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time :</strong>Afternoon, Amberdale General store<br/><strong>Tagging :</strong>Enkh, open<br/><br/>"Is that right. And the ears, as well?" The brush touched thoughtfully to her cheek beside a needling little smile. "I never would have guessed such a hardened man owns  a softer side. Don't worry. Your secret is safe with me." Since he hadn't firmly refused the peripherals, she fetched him a tin of the wax, a golden glass bottle of the moisturizing oils. The aromatic oils were waterproofed with a clamped cork, but the tin was something Bel could get open with a little effort. Her first priority remained not chafing her delicate fingers. "But a man who owns a softer side has something special. He ought to take care of it. May I...?" With the virgin wax exposed, she was offering to demonstrate how it rubbed into the fur. But, the offer was only to get under Enkh's skin. A moment later she surrendered the tin to his care, so he could try it for himself.<br/><br/>"In answer to your question, I am not the owner. I am the caretaker, Bel-Kharran-Sharrat, favored of the servants of the master of this<em>General-Store. </em>This means I am scrivener of the logbook, and quartermaster of the wares, and master of the tweety-birds, so the difference is very small." Eve<strong></strong>r helpful to relieve a customer of his hard-earned coin, Bel arranged the items he'd requested with the items she'd merely wedged in, and bundled a basket of peaches to go. The first one was free; the rest were not. And then, she quoted him a price purely in coin, without even the option of barter. That was how it worked, here in Amberdale.<br/><br/>"You remind me of the mugluk-men who toil for us in Sekhemi. Tall and dark and strong, in touch with an inner beast." Her confidence as she teased this transient warrior and kept from him the things he wanted, without even a sharp object to defend herself, may have said much about the domestication of the mugluk. "I often look around this town of Amberdale and say to myself, a mugluk or two is just what this place needs. I wonder, have you been to see the job postings?"