Arabelle

You can eat off of any surface in this restaurant. It's THAT clean. Oh. Standing almost a little stiffly in front of the counter after she rang for the shop owner, her eyes instinctively dropped to the pristine checkered floor. She could've sworn it was glimmering. Polished to a T. And she felt as if she could somehow ruin it by stepping a little too heavily. Weird flex, but okay. Cleanliness did have much appeal to customers nowadays, though no one would expect a restaurant owner to uphold it to this degree. He should give An some lessons. "Oh. Hey. How's it been?" Arabelle wou

It was a quick trip, going to and from her closed shop. She'd appraised her crystals as she plucked each one off the shelves and marked a few she could rather do without. They'd serve better use dissolved into col, the small purple-haired girl thought, idly, as she made her way to a certain merchant's failing shop. With hours still left before the opening, Arabelle pulled a hood over her head and killed some time visiting a few NPC-ran shops she used to frequent. She wasn't in a talking mood today, and she largely kept to herself until she returned to An's shop five minutes before opening

Edit: Junk sale [link] handled as well.

Approved.

Approved! Istg, if this isn't the right account--

Approved.

Just a few days and her new equipment set was completed! Despite previous happenings, Arabelle was in a bright bright mood -- the sort of mood where you thought everything was going right and nothing could possibly bring you down. Shrugging off the red hood which had quickly found its way into being the newest addition to her regular attire, she entered the tailor's shop with a sunny smile. She picked up her order and examined it briefly before turning to Bahr. "Thanks for this. It looks lovely. I'll be sure to come back here when I need something else. Bye, now!"

Well, that was fast. When the crafter informed her that it would take a bit longer, Arabelle figured... around a week or so. Or if she was unlucky again, five months. But only a day after her visit, she woke up from her nap to the pleasant chime of a received message. Not wasting any time, she paid the shop another visit. "It looks beautiful," Arabelle commented, unwrapping the item and turning it over in her gloved hands. Though it wasn't really needed, the packaging was a nice cute touch. Pinning it onto her light armor, the small purple-haired girl turned to the artisan with a sm

It was nice how these shops were all built so close together; upon exiting the Crusty Bahrnacle, Arabelle didn't need to walk too far to find the new artisan shop down the alley. Pretty, pleasant place. Its interior was friendlier than what she had been expecting with its location. "Hello," she greeted. The shop owner looked familiar (she had spotted her during the Halloween event boss), but she couldn't place a name to her. Straight to business, then. She already had her order written on a slip of paper. "I need an item custom made," she explained as she slid the paper over to the artis