(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

"Ach, it moves well, it does," Annah said in surprise, "Holds nice. Loads o'
freedom in this one."
Goncalves nodded, "Oh yes, miss. I can tell you're an... artful one. The
freedom of movement should enhance your ability to ply your trade."
She stared at him. Hard. "Aye, and wozzat s'pposed to mean?"
"Stealth, miss."
"Oh."
"The other one is more suitable for combat. Stronger protective
enchantments had been laid in the cloth, and it should lend some quickness
to your wrists."
"I prefer this color, meself," Annah held it up in her hands, turning to look at
me. She would never admit that she was fond of pretty things, but I think
that was the most gratitude I'd be getting out of her.
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While it was nice to have the store to ourselves while browsing, I did wish
we had the benefit of more customers about to dilute Vrischika's predatory
stare. Most store owners had that impatient look in their eyes, weighing you
and wondering whether you were a customer or a loiterer. If you were alone
with them you stood on a knife's edge, balancing between gushing and
obsequious service or bitter asperity to get the hell out and make room for
real patrons.
Vrischika reminded me of a spider, with that fang-toothed grin, squatting
behind her counter and waiting for me to look like I'd been snagged by a
piece of bait. And- yep sure enough, she swooped in just as I had shown
some interest in an old tome.
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