Binder Fred
3 rings to bind them all!
Antares blinks back, suddenly not quite sure how to react for some reason... He tries to cover his light blush with a polite bow: "And should any rumors of mischief, magical or otherwise... Ah... Pray do not hesitate." Another bow and he is thankfully off to the shop next door.I'm an old woman, and prone to gossip and the telling of tales, as there is little else to do these days for me. So stop by anytime, young master, and I will be happy to talk one of those elegant ears of yours off. She winks at the young mage.
and so the elf and human exit back out into the street after a polite nod to the shop's owner.Fortunately when Antares looks into the pottery shop, Erisa is still talking to her customer. No magical notes of any kind come from the wares on the shelves, or the two women.
"Tea is next, I do believe?" indicates Antares, before crossing the street and then the several houses standing between their new objective and the two shops just visited.
The spell is a carefully balanced thing in his mind's eye; a small, circling/pulsing harmony that even now requires more and more finesse to maintain at the right pitch. It will not last forever...
"A most interesting lady," he nonetheless comments to Stellan as they walk, referring to the wood-carver... "Do you happen to know why Bosco seemed to shun her? Has he done something embarrassing again?"
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