In Front:
The woman, who it would be natural to assume was "Lavender", steps back and pales, her eyes going wide.
"Oh, noble Sir," she says in a quavering voice. "Please don't 'urt me, I ain't done nuffink wrong."
Behind Brindom, the guards tense in readiness for trouble.
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Although the woman seems geniunely frightened, Brindom does notice the subtle gesture she gives the guards to alert them. She may not be the defenceless innocent she makes out.
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In Back:
The chimney opens into a single room, although a door leads away to the rear. The room is neatly kept, with pretensions to grandeur with a couple of hangings in the Old Chelaxian style, ornate candelabras with cherry-scented candles (not currently lit). A table sculpted with swirling ivy leaves holds a decorative tea service, and an elabortae hookah pipe stands in one corner.
All this doesn't disguise the fact that it is a one-room apartment in the backstreets of Korvosa, with a small stove in the corner and room for one chair.
As Majenko begins his explorations, and Dj'hân gets out his Harrow deck, they both hear shrieking and some kind of commotion coming from the direction of the shop.