<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/8e/9f/07/8e9f07754d1df0b7526d76ff267edd4f.jpg)</div>Name: Evan Tempest'ive (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=906851)<br/>Tagging: Team 2<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">~Legend~</div><div class="spoiler_body">Blue text= Common   Green Text= Elvish   Pink Text= Sylvan   Italics= <em>Thoughts</em></div></div><hr/>As the team approached the swank store,<em>short Sophia. Where'd she go?... she's not gonna the credit for just popping up at the last minute...</em>Maria gave a plan of action, using whatever political or social status to get answers, hopefully. Boring, but as social graces was definitely NOT his strength (<em>stupid Common,</em>) he resigned himself to waiting, again. As she went into the building, flipping the expensive linen back. Evan continued to finish the last of his cake as he took a look around.<br/><br/>The area was more upscale than the baker's section, with the cobblestone road collecting the dust onto the sides of the street. The people were more flippant about the mixed bag of adventurers who just came near the shop, clearly underdressed for such a store. Probably not a good idea to cause a scene.<br/><br/>He then went to look at the building, with it's rather large hall on the inside. Enough for a fleet of men. Maybe some who were clad in nice silk... perhaps this may have been closer to home than he had expected.<br/><br/>He turned to tell his team about his thoughts of the place only to find all of them gone...<em>Hmmmm, well, somebody has to guard the front.</em>He walked over to a bench across the street to lower suspicion, keeping an eye on the movements of the locals, as well as an ear open towards the store. Having finally finished his cake, we wiped his hands and used Mage Hand to float the refuse into a nearby recepticle. He set his staff between his legs, readying it in case he needed to act quickly.