<sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Crow's Feet</span></strong></sup><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Kachina- Crow's Feet<br/>"Sounds like you have business with Fenrec. He is the thief! Wasn't enough to filch coppers here and there, he had to get his sticky little fingers on the product!", the man huffed, starting a rant.<br/>"I should never have hired him to watch the store! Favor to his mother or no! I knew that boy was a troublemaker.", he fumed, almost forgetting the sorceress.<br/>He presents a small rounded flask of clear liquid, setting it upon the wooden counter for her to behold.<br/>"Essence of Magnolia, three ounces for eleven golds worth", he says somewhat dryly. "Imported all the way from Runefell. Two men died guarding this shipment from marauders. I'm sure you won't let it go to waste."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Reaching out to take the vial.   With a reverence awe.   Inwardly she could not wait to tryout the perfume on herself.    Outwardly she maintains her composure, seemingly.<br/><br/><em>"How would you like him brought back to you sir?"</em>Of course she did not mean dead.  A bit roughed up  perhaps.   Her chaotic nature showing through. As her first thought is not taking in this scoundrel.   To the law, and letting justice be dictated by the laws of the land.<br/><br/>Laws were nothing more the those too weak to hide behind.  Or to use as cover for their own ambitions.   Right and wrong belonged with the individual.