Grand Entrance

Gularzob paid Artem's soft comment under his breath no mind, choosing to keep moving in the right direction rather than staying in a scuttle with the man. It would not look kindly on him if he went into an aggressive frenzy anyways, his race immediately labeling him as guilty no matter how many witnesses he had to say that he was not the instigator. Instead, he turned his attention back to Winifred as she spoke of her father and the queen he served. His name brought no recollection, but he more than recognized the name of Queen Marpesia. In fact, he had an invoice to be sent to her as confirmation that her latest order was well underway. Nodding slowly as she spoke of wearing Lars's clothes, he caught her glance towards Artem before speaking, "He is the best tailor I've ever bought from. In fact, these are some of his lesser quality clothes."

Gesturing towards his clothes, he turned his attention to Artem as the man walked up to his rack of goods and selected a sword from the wall. It was not common protocol for a customer to walk up to his wall and select a weapon, but he decided to let it slide due to the awkward situation so far. Besides, he could not help the sense of satisfaction that welled up inside of him when he saw the wonder in the man's eyes. It was a very common expression when skeptics would view his work up close and personal. Most people assumed that dwarves made the beautiful works and orcs made the work that was hideous yet effective. Smirking slightly as he walked around behind the counter, he leaned against it as he polished the blade of the dagger he had been messing with before Isai and Lars arrived.

"So what is in this for you? If we were to be tortured, there is no way for us to withhold the truth. We are talking about disobeying the laws of Queen Thalia." Her eyes looked up to meet Isai's. "I guess you must be incredibly confident with your work. In which, I am incredibly thankful, of course."

Looking up from his handiwork on the sheet of parchment, Isai met Winifred's eyes with little to no emotion before speaking, "Gularzob is a dear friend of mine, and he has done many things over the years to keep me and mine safe and out of harm's way. If he asks for my help with something, I not only feel honor-bound to comply, but I trust his word and therefore supply my services. There will be compensation of some sort, of this I am certain, but even if there was none, I would still be happy to help him." Looking back down as he continued drawing out the artwork, he smiled slightly before adding, "But, even with all of that said, I would still prefer if the two of you did not get caught whilst carrying out your endeavors."

There was a soft thud on the door before it was pushed open by a very tired looking Lars, his bangs flattened to his forehead by sweat from the exertion needed to carry his supplies. There was a man with his mouth sewn shut carrying the other end of the tote that Lars had thudded against the door. Seeing the eunuch struggling and not wanting the slave to see anything, Gularzob moved quickly to the dor and lifted the tote from the center and out of the other two's hands before moving it further into the store. Feeling the burden lifted from his hands, Lars turned to the slave and handed him a sheet of folded parchment, shooing him away before speaking, "Now, go on. Give that to your master."

Shutting the door in the mute slave's face, Lars turned to the others and leaned back against the door before bringing the sleeve of his dress up to dab away the sweat on his forehead. The dress was an elegant maroon with gold inlaid patterns on the hem and bodice. The outsides of the arms and the chest had intricate lace designs that cut off right above the cleavage area. Sweeping into the room, Lars did a quick twirl before bowing and pulling the edges of his dress to the side as he looked up to Artem and Winifred and spoke, "Hello my Lords and Lady. I heard you might be looking for a new set of attire?"