<strong>Name:</strong>Peregrine<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Bazaar, Sigil<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Mid-morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Peregrine, Alzeggra<br/><br/>Perrin let her mind drift idly over an image of what Alzeggra must have looked like back when she was travelling more. It certainly did sound like they would have been a sight, all the more so that she recalled something about coal black skin and flaming beards. They must have entirely recast the notion of a big brother and little sister to everyone they met up.<br/><br/>And then she let her mind drift over thoughts of the lillend flittering by. While there was much to be said about legs, Perrin had discovered during her time away from home, or first home at any rate, the exoticism only took you so far. And<em>there</em>was a tail, body sleek and fully stretched out in flight in a downright<em>licentious</em>manner, showing off every inch. She looked western — even if Perrin realised that typically didn't hold outside her home — with a olive and tan mottling, and a pale underbelly with brown skin up above where the waist ought to be. Very fer-de-lance in that pleasantly exotic native princess sort of way.<br/><br/>It wasn't as though she was<em>ignoring</em>Alzeggra, but admittedly she had to forcibly pry her attention away from the flying serpent, the lot of which always struck Perrin as incorrigible exhibitionists — not that anyone ever caught her complaining about that — and back to the task at hand.<br/><br/>"I suppose it depends on the circumstance," she said as they strolled into the bazaar. "I admit I haven't had much occasion to do much in the way of<em>low profile</em>, but the magic end of things I most certainly can do." She was a little sharper on the theory than practical side of things, but only sometimes had that blown up in her face, and no need to advertise the fact. Her entire species was inherently better at it than the vast majority of people anyhow, so it's not like she wouldn't measure up in comparison to any competition she might have here.<br/><br/>"And if we ever have to look at their books or audit their inventory management system, I have not yet found one so horrible and poorly designed that I couldn't find the embezzlement and fraud. Doubly so if they have connexions to one of ours, and trust me they will. You can't survive around here without, really." Not that she actually expected things to come down to an audit, but there wasn't any harm in polishing your scales a little given the opportunity.<br/><br/>"But magic I can handle. And I rarely set off pressure plates? They're usually designed for bipeds, although trip wires are utterly<em>awful</em>for me. Karma and all that." She paused for a moment, then scooted off to a slightly more private spot. "Speaking of illusions, I'm rather well known around here." She closed her eyes for a moment, her tongue partly sticking out over her top lip as she concentrated. It wasn't much of a change, but on the other hand easy to maintain. Non-descript dark hair, a tan, scales now a rather lovely ebony with lighter coloured striping, and just enough blurring to her features that everyone would talk about her colouration rather than anything that could be traced back to her.<br/><br/>"I end up making rounds through here fairly frequently," she said apologetically as she fell in beside Alzeggra again. "Never been to this shop, but undoubtedly been past it, and I do more to give us a bad reputation than any ten of our theatre pick pockets put together."<br/><br/>She gave Alzeggra a pleasant smile. "Now, do we intend to just poke our noses through and see what we turn up, or do you have something more that we should be squeezing out of this?"