Blue Rose

Behind the counter sat a man. Skinny but fit, as though he some how took great care of himself and total disregard all at once. Sharp angular features and scruff on his face. An odd hat shadowing his face as he fiddled with some odd puzzle object. The moment the woman spoke he looked up, what one would expect to be a serious man. Interested only in the gold looked up. Horo's face lite up, he gave off a very jovial vibe. Happy to see a customer. "

"Oh hello." He said surprisingly slow for the energy that read off his face, "Some blue roses?" he said looking at the daintily wrapped bulbs. "How about 2 gold and a story?" he offered. "Your accent is that of someone far older then myself and it would be nice to hear a story." Horo told her. "Was that all you wanted or do you wan to look around some more. If you choose to look around do be careful some items are made of iron."