Preparations Are In Order

Isai's eyes darted up as Winifred went to touch the ink he had applied, a small hiss coming from between his lips as he spoke in a very soft voice, "The ink has iron laced with it, I'd be careful touching it. It is designed to make sure usual magic could not be used to alter it." Hearing her soft grunt after he finished speaking and she was rubbing her fingers together, Isai nodded in agreement to her words. Smirking slightly, he glanced up at her and spoke, his dark chocolate eyes meeting hers in the process, "It is indeed a rare commodity these days; that reason is why it is so very important to uphold it as often as possible." Seeing her eyes drift towards the door as Lar's banged against it, Isai smirked and shook his head as he went back to his work, wanting to get the parchments completed since the plan was moving to the next stage.

Gularzob was content with staying in the background as his friends put their trades wot the test, but his avoidance came to a sudden halt as Artem began moving towards him with his eyes glued to Lars's frame. Grinning slightly as the man sidled over, Gularzob was preparing to make a sarcastic comment when suddenly the man opened his mouth and spoke. Feeling a growl creeping up his throat, Gularzob suppressed the urge to stop it and instead rounded quickly on the man. Reaching his left hand out to grab him by the collar, he stopped himself seconds before he made contact and instead slammed his palm against the solid surface of the counter top. Lowering himself slightly closer to Artem's height, he narrowed his eyes and forced eye contact before speaking in a deep, menacing tone, "You had better learn to watch your tongue. No matter how great this costume and forgery will be, your tongue will get you killed long before any discovery of these falsehoods."

Lars looked excitedly at the woman as she spoke, smiling slightly as her words finished off with a little squeak. Moving towards the tote Gularzob had taken from his hands, Lars felt himself falter as the man with red hair spoke. Moving his bottom lip between his teeth to bite down on it, he looked down and allowed his hair to cascade over his face as he busied himself with unlatching the tote. Hearing Gularzob get involved, Lars quickly looked up and extended a hand towards the orc as he spoke in a gentle tone that showed no reaction to the man's rude words, "Stay your hand, my friend. He is correct, I am strange. But, so are we all, if we take the time to look deeper than the surface."

Smiling gently, he turned his gaze to the fairy as she stepped slowly towards him. Listening as she introduced them, he quickly sidestepped around her and extended a graceful hand to run gently over one of her wings. Smiling as a faint amount of dust fell onto his palm, he circled back around the woman and let his lips split into a more excited smile as he spoke, "It is my great pleasure to serve the both of you. Please, if you find yourselves not in favor of my work, feel no fear about critiquing it and I will fashion it to your liking."