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Millions of knives
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Original poster
This rather gittery gentlemen awoke the merchant from his rather lulled state and he slouched up.
His question, if anything was rather annoying.
"of course I f•cking sell medicine stupid"
he didn't say it, but conveyed it in an sharp look.
He'd conjure up some odd medication to lull this man into a drunken state and rob from his limp body later.
But he decided against it.
This would be a professional day, and besides. He had just cleaned his cloths and his hair was the most brilliant of blues today.
He wouldn't spoil his good looks for some slum rat.
So. He opened a drawer grabbed out his big index book and asked him.
"what ails you...?"
His voice, was none the less smooth. Like a snake slithering through the morning dew. Giving a sweet chill through the spine.
He peeked behind the mans leg, the people where swinging through town. And the shopping season was in full swing.
"blek...."
He was upset, this by all means was going to be rough, stressful, and talkative. While this gentlemen took his time, he smugged a ugly look and slipped out some smoking herbs from his chest pouch. And grabbing a pipe from one of the shelfs he lit it.
"speak...."
His question, if anything was rather annoying.
"of course I f•cking sell medicine stupid"
he didn't say it, but conveyed it in an sharp look.
He'd conjure up some odd medication to lull this man into a drunken state and rob from his limp body later.
But he decided against it.
This would be a professional day, and besides. He had just cleaned his cloths and his hair was the most brilliant of blues today.
He wouldn't spoil his good looks for some slum rat.
So. He opened a drawer grabbed out his big index book and asked him.
"what ails you...?"
His voice, was none the less smooth. Like a snake slithering through the morning dew. Giving a sweet chill through the spine.
He peeked behind the mans leg, the people where swinging through town. And the shopping season was in full swing.
"blek...."
He was upset, this by all means was going to be rough, stressful, and talkative. While this gentlemen took his time, he smugged a ugly look and slipped out some smoking herbs from his chest pouch. And grabbing a pipe from one of the shelfs he lit it.
"speak...."