<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Yazhu's Persuasion</span></div><br/>Tsuto cheered up a little. The storefront was neat and tidy, but obviously owned by a bachelor, lacking the soft arrangement of a woman's touch. "Functional" was one word to describe it, the only decoration that wasn't also a glass display item being a small shrine on one wall holding a painting of a middle-aged human couple. The man bore a resemblance to Ameiko, once Yazhu looked past Ameiko's neko-ness, while the woman shared features with the human part of Tsuto's half-elf-ness.<br/><br/>"Thanks for your kind words. Hmm, you're with the caravan from Magnimar, right? They say the best glassblowers work there... but you look like you specialize in another kind of blowing. I've never had the chance to go down to Blower's Alley myself... perhaps you could show me a little of<em>your</em>blowing skills, now that you've seen mine?"<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Baihu's Persuasion</span></div><br/>Baihu's face went crimson, a mix of embarrassment and outrage. But Yazhu was counting on her to get that discount! "F-Fine! Just so it's clear, I'm only doing this for the discount! It's not like I find you strong or handsome or anything!" Her eyes flicked back up to his face, back from definitely not checking out his muscular arms.<br/><br/>She closed her eyes and leaned forward and up for a kiss on the tips, standing on tiptoes...<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Ameiko's Social Link</span></div><br/>"I was a little kid the last time I saw the Cathedral stained windows," Ameiko laughed, "I don't think they've changed, but it doesn't hurt to take a look!"<br/><br/>The Cathedral's main attraction was the semi-circle of six shrines, behind each of which was a stained glass depiction of its associated deity, positioned so that they would be backlit by the sun during the day. The setting sun shone almost directly on the purple butterflies of Desna's window.<br/><br/>An elderly priestess of Desna approached them, rattling a cup full of fortune sticks (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kau_cim). "Silver for fortune, dearie? You could use some luck, young lady!" she addressed Yazhu in a grandmotherly tone.