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It was already late in the evening but the merchant seemed unfazed by the passing of time. He sat, poised and elegant, watching the world around him. He didn’t seem bored, even as he leaned forward and laced his fingers atop the table; below it, he kept his toe tapping to some silent tune in his head. He was tall, by human standards, though while sitting down he didn’t seem particularly threatening. If you didn’t look at his face.
He had graceful features--sharp and refined. His chin and nose tapered to a point, giving him an air of sophistication, but that, combined with his slitted eyes and pointed teeth, there was something undeniably predatory about him. He watched with a hungry gaze and a mischievous, nearly sinister smile. His ears were pointed and were prominent despite being tucked behind his vibrant, multi-colored hair. The most intrusive feature that indicated there was something not human about him were the curling horns protruding from his temples and the oil-slick black scales that brushed his cheeks and forehead. He was well dressed, in a fashion obviously otherworldly, and seemed to enjoy dressing himself up in glistening gemstones.
His table was somehow both simple and overwhelming; it was draped in a dark purple tablecloth, with extravagant embroidery in different designs. Scattered neatly atop the table was an array of items that seemed to carry some magical weight to them.
He did not seem intimidated in the slightest and, upon noticing that the barrier surrounding him rippled when his visitor entered, he smiled.
He did not rise to meet them nor adjust his position in the slightest. He followed them with his fierce eyes and greeted, in a silky voice, “Welcome.”
He had graceful features--sharp and refined. His chin and nose tapered to a point, giving him an air of sophistication, but that, combined with his slitted eyes and pointed teeth, there was something undeniably predatory about him. He watched with a hungry gaze and a mischievous, nearly sinister smile. His ears were pointed and were prominent despite being tucked behind his vibrant, multi-colored hair. The most intrusive feature that indicated there was something not human about him were the curling horns protruding from his temples and the oil-slick black scales that brushed his cheeks and forehead. He was well dressed, in a fashion obviously otherworldly, and seemed to enjoy dressing himself up in glistening gemstones.
His table was somehow both simple and overwhelming; it was draped in a dark purple tablecloth, with extravagant embroidery in different designs. Scattered neatly atop the table was an array of items that seemed to carry some magical weight to them.
He did not seem intimidated in the slightest and, upon noticing that the barrier surrounding him rippled when his visitor entered, he smiled.
He did not rise to meet them nor adjust his position in the slightest. He followed them with his fierce eyes and greeted, in a silky voice, “Welcome.”
Kom el Shoqafa wasn't quite sure why his attention, his focus had drawn him out of the city. Of course, he enjoyed nature, enjoyed moving around as much as he dared with how hot it was out, his attire much more suited for cooler temperatures and not summer, but...he did what he needed to do.
Which today seemed to be a small hike out to something, something that drew him out, sweat beading on his forehead beneath his cap, weapon in hand but not at the ready as he passed through...something. A barrier? Certainly nothing that he recognized, must be something...magical?
His thoughts were quickly derailed as he spotted something, someone within, feet quickly closing the distance as he stood as tall as he could which...arguably, wasn't very tall. Eyes took in the table and the person behind it, an eyebrow arched in curiosity even as his heart beat faster. The clearly not-human attributes, along with the voice?
....oh no, he was in trouble. This mystery person was...
Shoqafa cleared his throat, trying to push those thoughts away as quickly as possible, not seeming to be intimidated in the slightest. "Ah, evening, what's all this?"
Intelligent he might be, but he wasn't beating around the bush. Not now, not here, even as his body was quickly cooling off. Again, must be magic. Not that he himself knew much about it but...what else could it be?
The Space Cauldron
