<div class="floatright">(https://i.postimg.cc/pTSSY1qZ/Whatsherface.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Define "Flammable"</strong></span><br/><strong>Tagging: Tozispix<br/>Location: Precinct Two: The Mandolin</strong><br/><br/>Nyla Loretti ran her fingertips across her face, scouring it in the mirror as if she were afraid that a wrinkle was hiding somewhere beneath the layers of thick pancake makeup. They had just ushered in her new "pyrotechnics advisor" and she had generously poured herself and the little goblin woman a drink... before apparently forgetting they were not both for her as she downed them like a shot. Friendly, despite this apparent lapse in good manners, she remained seated so she could be eye to eye with Tozispix.<br/><br/>Maybe a little too friendly.<br/><br/>Most of the tall races looked at goblins somewhat askance for companionship, but there were always some who favored the exotic. It was possible Nyla was one of them. It was equally possible that she was just “two bottles of wine friendly”. But she held her wine like a professional, barely swaying under the weight of the merlot in her guts.<br/><br/>"Look, my little green flower, you do not want to know what lengths I had to go to to get this spot on the Clear Street Eve! An unbroken chain of phallus-es... phalli... phal..." The elvish girl considered the word for a long moment, the plural for cocks hanging just on the tip of her tongue. After a half dozen heartbeats, she at last shrugged down at Tozispix as if to say, "you know what I mean?" Nyla Loretti was often mistaken for a Raknos satirist, thanks in large part to her position as an entertainer and secondly to the fact that the face she was wearing currently had once belonged to a Raknos Satirist named "Chugarh Brittle". It had been some decades since the original owner had drawn breath, but some theater goers had longer memories than others. She was actually an ex-Golgari, but that was many years and a half dozen faces prior.<br/><br/>Nyla had been tapped to provide entertainment for the Bureaucrat Radu's Bazaar Party. Clear Street Eve was a big enough deal, but landing a full hour and half of music time in front of the mourners was a tremendous feather in her cap. Clear Street Eve was like most holidays created by committee, less about tradition and more about exposure. BUT it had the seal of a Guildpact around it, the verbiage particularly well crafted and paced. Twelve hours four times a year that saw Merchants bound to fair prices and Anarchist guilds forced to use words over blades, "A good thing it is the Eve! They had some foppish Raknos named Adventure or something, with one of those avaunt gaudy pieces lined up. You know the type... do you catch much in the way of theater?"<br/><br/>The elf didn't actually wait for an answer before pressing on, "Hardly matters. Never met one that would roll with the punches though, eh? I will pay you well for your services, goblin! I need BIG pyrotechnics. Safe, but BIG! Obviously, when I say safe, I me..." Nyla paused as she opened up her jewelry case. It was not stones and gold that was nestled in the velvet lined box however, but a row of shriveled and mummified things. The singer whispered a word and reached into her mouth gingerly. She extracted another dried lump similar to the others and gently placed in back in the box. It was only as she selected another and slid it past her lips that it became obvious that she was "trading out tongues". The elf took a quick drink from her wine and swished it about like a sommelier before swallowing, "Ahhhhh... I mean keep me safe. A couple casualties off stage could only be good publicity, like the Cultists say!" Her voice had dropped an octave since the trade. With that matter settled, she was quick to turn her attention back to her looking glass, "You and I are going to work well together, Miss Tozi! I can tell!"