NIGHT

> Tier 1 Trinket (1) | Valentine | Lover's Lament | ID: 171224

[8/10/20] Everyone was so tall. And this customer was no exception to that observation, NIGHT found, taking his request down on her journal. Usually forms would've been filled out for a scenario as such, but on occasion she'd let structures to her day job slide. It was with a nod that the artisan excused herself to the backroom, taking a few materials from her shelves to work the metal into shape. Eventually, she'd return to the front, sliding the man a package slightly larger than her usual crafts, the inner mechanisms of a pocket watch limiting the portability of the item.

This was important. A matter of life and death sort of important. When NIGHT entered the shop, it was with her back turned towards the door, shoving herself into the confines of Pandora's Wares, eyes melded to a small piece of scrap paper pinched tightly between her fingers. A few paces forward, and she slipped the parchment onto the counter. "Boss fight's soon," she revealed. It was a mix of concern and suspicion that haunted the woman's gaze, as she scanned around the rest of the shop, hoping that something might stick out to her as necessary -- a consumable or equipment piece that

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"I don't suppose you have a few Loot Die enhancements on you?" "That's what I was called here for?" NIGHT huffed, just as the door closed behind her, the woman stepping further into the shop. Her eyes swept over the counter; near the back, there was a large set of potions set aside, an unusual sight for the once-empty bar space. "You're an artisan," Bistro reasoned, leaning forward on the bar. Her fingers tapped methodically against its wooden panel. "And a fighter. Figured you're more likely than others to have these things on hand, y'know?" Bistro was right. And NIGHT didn't t

"Bahr sent me," NIGHT had said. The look on her face was completely serious-- it was almost as though the man hadn't just stumbled right into the store and walked out of it two minutes ago. "I'm here for the demonic armor piece you'd been handed from him? Said it's been sitting here idle for a while..." Such a shame that those enhancements had been of little use to the man. On the other hand, it seemed like a direct upgrade from what NIGHT was keen on using for her own purposes. "If there's any payment that needs to be resolved for, let me know about the bill."

> Tier 3 Jewelry (1) | Crozeph | Ars Paulina | ID: 168006

[12/9/20] Crow? She'd tried not to make a sound as she watched him stroll in. It was amusing this way; she'd kept up her hidden presence as much as she could within the confines of her shop, and it was even more entertaining when it was with regards to someone she knew. Nevertheless, his request for an item required her attention, so NIGHT hastily picked up the crumpled mess from behind him, still as quiet as a fox. The crumpled mess was... hard to read. The hell? "One... one moment," NIGHT returned, casually sliding over her counter with furrowed brows as her eyes l

Oh. So a ghost lived here after all. -- Not at all, take that back. She could very clearly see the woman behind the shadows, shifting and darting about as quickly as lightning about the shroud of mist. If the sight of them wasn't enough for her to stun NIGHT into not moving at all, then it had to be the forceful way the tailor maneuvered around her form, somehow managing to capture her sizes with little effort and high precision. Also, NIGHT was super sensitive to touch even past the padding of her actual armor. It was with full restraint that she tried not to fight back, lest the sh

And who was the lass behind her tracksuit's design? NIGHT had wanted to know that the last time she visited Simmone's store, then found out that they were uncomfortable with taking requests at all. Funny. What was the point of making clothes (that were amazing, by the way) to sell if they weren't available for custom fit? As much as she'd wanted to place her order through the merchant as best as she could with her (limited) persuasion skills, she figured it would be best to check the shop directly. It had a sign on the door. "Go away", it said. Well, more power to her for enteri