The woman curtsies again, her eyes gleaming with gratitude and nervousness, all at once.<br/><br/>"Thank you, sir. I... I really appreciate it. You send a pigeon to Sunwell with word for A. Korlesh, and I'll respond as soon as I can. If the owner agrees to sell it, I will make my way to you straight-away." At long last, though, the woman's "delicacy" breaks, and she reaches out to give your hand a fierce, knuckle-cracking shake. Handsome features, and just as handsome muscles... "Thankyouthankyouthankyou!"<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Eventually, you are able to make you exit from the Merry Widow, back into the golden afternoon sun. In the aftermath of the past few days, the day seems especially perfect... but it only gets better when Sharille opens her door, standing before you in the kind of dress you would expect at a festival dance. A black "jacket" makes her hair stand out vibrantly, only to be matched by the flame-red skirt swirling around her hips... and despite everything that the two of you have been through, she holds herself like a woman awaiting a first date.<br/><br/>"Ah... Y-you're early. I... well, I hadn't started dinner yet..." Awkwardly, the little halfling smooths out her skirt, her corded muscles accentuated by the slick blacks and reds as she looks up to you. "Um... how do I look?"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Image (this writ small)</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://safebooru.org//samples/761/sample_6eb7e7c575b1dff01ffa8a1390f78809936a3a60.jpg?767022)</div></div>