"You too..." The woman grins at the clerk over her shoulder, even though she's sure that he thinks her a brainless flake at the moment. No sense in being a rude flake, though...<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Good Morning, Ma'am." The blue-haired woman bows down low to her elder, making sure to follow all of the protocols of respect that she'd been taught from a young age. If you want someone to help you, then you do your best to make sure they like you. Simple as that. "I, erm, come referred from the Merchant's Guild. I got a message, but it wasn't fully legible, so now I need the help of a map-maker in order to find the street I'm supposed to be going to tonight... something ending in -bara, and connected to Cerulean Avenue. I'm looking for a place of worship to Sol Invictus in that area..."