Shopping

[*Tomekk]

Emila smiles it is one of the few geniune signs of emotion she shows.  As Charae glances at Ra'zeth Emila's gaze follows.

"You should definetly divise some kind of training scheme."

'Then perhaps you should naut dress as if you just crawled out of a grave, and I will consider hospitality over suspicion first. My task is to make sure unwanted folk do nae disturb my employer, naut welcoming people with open arms.'

[*Midnight]

"Oh yes, stall nineteen of Ragpickers Square please."

Charae will have been in Sigil long enough to know Ragpicker's Square is one of the darker dingier parts of the hive nestled in the shadow of The Mortuary it is considered undesierable even by other hivers.

Again she does not address Ra'zeth giving the distinct impression he is something to be talked about as opposed to someone to be talked to.

"He is doing it again. I am spending good money here do I really have to suffer this?"

[*DarkArc]

Charae chuckled. "You'll have the delivery to you by anti-peak if that works for you." The dark elf thought it was an unusual place to deliver fresh produce, but she also had the benefit of not particularly caring what Emila needed it for. Business was business.

[*Midnight]

Emila nods.

"Please entrust the job to someone.."

She passes Ra'zeth her eyes linger on the male drow as she completes the sentence.

"Compotent. I'll have the money ready upon delivery."

She wanders on her less than merry the crowds clearing for the dustman in her "fragrant" attire.

[*DarkArc]

Charae nodded. "I've just the person in mind. I hope the quality of the produce is to your satisfaction, dear."

The dark elf watched as Emila sauntered off into the crowds of the bazaar. "Hmm. I wonder what she's up to."

[*Midnight]

Emila makes her way through the bazzar. She is dresses in her dark slightly rotten dustman's robes. Just another corpse gatherer picking their way through the crowd. Nothing to draw attention. She spots the stall she is after and makes her way surreptitiously over to Charae's stall.

"I am looking to buy something. Not your usual wares but I don't know where else to go to get what I want in such a quantity."

She glances conspiratorially around in the manner of someone buying a dirty magazine or a remedy for an embarassing illness.

[*Tomekk]

Ra'zeth, normally found guarding Charae's stall, stops the woman due to her vagrant-like appearance at first, but lets her pass once she recognizes Emila from a previous trip through the Abyss.

'I want no trouble from you.' He added, and resumed scanning the crowd for potential trouble-makers.

[*Midnight]

She looks the drow up and down with the cool calm glance only one of the undead can muster. Apparently he does not warrant a response.

[*DarkArc]

Sitting on a stool in the back of her merchant stand, Charae sets down a clipboard and turns to regard the woman with a warm smile. "Oh hello Emila. What are you looking for?"

[*Midnight]

She looks back at the guard and then to Charae.

"Does he bother everyone this way? Doesn't it put customers off?"

She pulls out a tatty brown piece of paper. It seems to be a recipe for vegetable soup.

"I need carrots potatoes leeks and onions. And I will need enough to serve two hundred people. I am not sure how much that is, as you can imagine I don't cook much. I know most people go tp the Temple of Hermes for this but they would not let me in, so you can imagine how I feel about the reaction here. Oh and I might be making this a regular order if you are intrested in making a little jink out of it."