<hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/a16483c2858f862945634d46b9ad41b9/tumblr_mh480oybdg1r64urio1_500.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Jaelyn Scot-Jones<br/><br/><strong>Faction:</strong>(n/a)<br/><br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 12th, 1876<br/><br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>midday<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Jones’ Mercantile & Trade<br/><br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Jai Li, the Stranger (than me!), open<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>"Have you sought out the blacksmith, sir?"</strong></span><br/><br/>Over the scraggly grey's shoulder, she saw the whippersnapper enter the store, the form unfamiliar but small enough to fit the profile.  There was a purpose, too, to the stride that made Jae think she was getting a delivery.  Had she been in Gomorra long enough to warrant one?  Maybe the seamstress about those dresses.  There was a part of her too, that was relieved to have another face in the place.  After the hours long rush, it's was slightly off-putting to be alone with the shackle shopping man.<br/><br/>As the figure approached, age was not easily guessed, but this was no whippersnapper.  Jaelyn blinked at the dusty creature before finding her manners.  "I am."  The tone was defensive, as if she needed to prove something.  It was a girl, she realized, after catching herself staring.  Blushing just a little, "The owner, i mean.  I'm Jaelyn Scot-Jones, Thommy Jones was my father."  She offered a faltering smile, the pronouncement taking in both her current costumers.<br/><br/>Jae was aware of the difference in their races, and how those differences made people behave toward each other.  She knew too, that all bellies, no matter the color of the face or the slant of the eyes, needed food and all blood ran red.  Starvation and death were great equalizers.  She met the dark eyes, a fair amount of curiosity in her own.  "How may I help you today?"<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>