Nothing more than a simple errand. And she'll be paid handsomely.

//you're good pookie take it easy

She could do with some accessories.

He would never use such a brusque, classless terminology.

Would he internally consider them to be foal-feeders sent from the heavens themselves? Immaterial to the conversation.

//Yeah it's more specifically the Romanian accent you hear closer to the Mediterranean though, don't ask me to try and sound that out phonetically in text lol

//don't ask why but she's always been Romanian to me

Death by a thousand cuts, over a span of weeks and months. A friendly, transactional relationship on the surface between merchant and customer, tainted by small, suggestive enchantments on all the wares she acquires.

//Super-effective against psychics?

Perhaps their hooves are different. He only gets his treated at a professional salon.

to take a trip out to an establishment of great repute and dwindling morals, to strike up a business partnership.

Often than not, there is so very little that could possibly serve as a balm to these wounds, dripping with ichor and sorrow.

Nothing, that is, except vice. And our two principle characters know much and more about that, do they not? Perhaps this kinship is what sparks the idea within Orguss

Very well. He is not boorish enough to leer like a wanton, low-class lecher.

...He could honestly buy that.

...And shrink, apparently.

he had been commissioned to provide. He seeks nothing more than to establish a respectable and friendly transactional relationship with Asteria.

But our boy is nothing if not an opportunist. Let us see what unfolds before him, shall we?

So it is that we find our...protagonist in the middle of throwing a cloak over a stout, portly body that nevertheless looms over most mortal men. (Hero? Absolutely not. Protagonist? Sure, we'll go with that.) He seeks out a magus of great renown to will fire itself in to the core of an artifact