[Pescado Branch]

The saurid watched as the man stumbled into the shop, and then blatantly ignored most of the words he had spoken. Perhaps he had not been clear enough before, or it was his saurid tongue that was not clear enough for the man to decipher what exactly was being said, and had been said. Turning his snakelike head back towards Iseult, she quickly corrected her worker, making it known that he wanted breakable marbles. Watching her actions, it was obvious that she was a bit agitated. Perhaps by the fact that he did want them for breaking. But then again, it was a business that she had to run.

She mentioned the name Straylor, and the thought crossed his mind that it might indeed be the Straylor he had fought in the Champion's arena, a fairly strong opponent, but he dismissed them immediately as more important matters were at hand, that being, the marbles.

From the way she was speaking as well, it was obvious that she held no trust for the saurid mystic, and if anyone had known what he had done to a small village in the Carmelyan Hinterlands, no one would trust him at all. But that was his secret, a secret that no one would find out about unless he was identified by one of the victim's family members. It wasn't every day that a monster with a metal tail killed twelve innocent people at one time. "I would be willing to sssssshow you the resssssult of my work... perhapsssss to sssssshow you that i do not intend to ussssse them for anything but illusssssionsssss and animationsssss... Perhapsssss you might enjoy a sssssshow of illusssssionsssss. It'sssss not everyday ssssssomeone sssssseeessssss ssssssomething that isssssn't real, and thinksssss it isssss... Asssss for the pricssssse, name it, reassssssonably, and i ssssshall pay it..." he said, and then awaited a reply from either herself, or her clumbsy assistant...