<div class="floatleft">(http://i57.tinypic.com/20gd0ck.jpg)</div><br/><strong>General Alicia Lockewind</strong>, with<strong>Harold Dean</strong>and the<strong>Masked Man</strong><br/><br/>Alicia briefly lost herself in looking over the Masked Man's wares, the exotic array of products capturing her imagination. It was only when he stuck his hand out that she'd come to attention. She looked up and smiled, reaching out and grasping his wrist in the Cottswel tradition. It was an old way of shaking hands going back to before the Erosian Revolution, and still practiced in her home. One would grasp the wrist of another and shake, as opposed to the hand. In this way, one could be sure the other person wasn't carrying a hidden blade. At the Masked Man's proposal, she let out a shy little laugh and smiled.<br/><br/>"I admit to some intrigue as to what is behind the mask, yes. It is certainly unusual to see as masked merchant. I'm sure Captain Dean is equally curious, so you've got two of us to impress now." Alicia grinned playfully at the merchant. She also wanted to ask why he was masked to begin with, but thought it might be rude to pry too much. She was a stranger to everywhere but Cottswel and thought she'd better be on her best behavior, lest she cross some cultural boundary. "Though I'm certain you won't reveal yourself to me for free," said said, teasing playfully.