Senna blushes at Fallon's very glance, coy smile gracing her face.  She's been at once quiet and cheerful all day.<br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=51290.msg2561972#msg2561972">Quote from: Azrael, Archangel of Death on 18-12-2009, 09:50:45</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Jo climbed up into the carriage to change clothes, when she had been gone for a matter of moments a man approached the caravan and walked down the side of the train of carts. He folded his arms and sighed inwardly, "Curious little bunch you've got here...what's all of this for, traders come to sell a product?" he asked curiously as he lifted a small sack of gold from his side, "I could make it worth your time."</span></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"Just passin' through.  We've got a delivery ta make, an' fer once in my life, I'm short on product..."  She rubs her chin, not keen on passing up the chance to turn a profit.  "Though I do have me a few projects I might could wrap up if ye could convince me.  Weapons, spare armor, spot of acid, nothin' major, an' we're jus' here fer the night.  An' I did just make my... 'friend' a new suit o' armor, so she may be willin' ta part with th' old one.  Anything in particular yer lookin' for?"