The vixen gave a nod before approaching, her grin showing off her sharp animalistic teeth as she stared at the woman with the eyes of a predator.
βExactly, I love it when my client doesn't beat around the bush. Since you understand that so well, what is your answer, yes or no~?β
Pensive stare is unapologetic. Her language is familiar to merchants, and require a similar approach. Coldness, and defensive nature.
So guard. Fold arms. Not like she can negotiate much from her position but... "Is that what you're after? Mana, for relief?" Seems fair. If, that's it.
Fern
βBeing noisy is my job you see, you won't find business opportunity by simply staying put.
But I digress, I'd gladly give you the relief you so desire, for a price of course. . . Let's form a contract, I could always use a powerful mage like you as a mana source afterall~β
"...You servant types are always so... nosy, aren't you?" But suppose some of the fault had laid with her. Indulging with another was risky but, needs may damn.
"...Well? What is it?"
Fern
My my, quite the mess she's made. . . She seems to be quite needy, perhaps a certain vixen can help out with her condition~β‘
