Round and Round [Open]

[Kari Muffin]

Bailee could feel her short social attention span start to wane as she listened to the woman talk. What was she a robot? Most Corvies at least had a personality under all of the large words, pomp and circumstance. It was more like talking to an Esterberry who had little idea of how the real world worked and only lived in theories.

"Oh goodie," she said lamely as she trotted along. When the shop came into view she raised an eyebrow. The outside obviously didn't do it justice. She tired to keep the expression on her face straight, but she failed rather miserably. Why had she agreed to this?

Oh right, she was lost. And really she had nothing better to do than be miserably around the city. Choking back all of her dismay she headed to the door, opening it up for the ferret silently. Hopefully the inside would be better.

[Callypso]

Iso’s eyebrows twitched slightly. The woman didn’t seem to take much interest in what she had to say. She sighed inwardly, maintaining her usual cool expression on display. The woman wasn’t exactly the most engaging person she’d ever met, though she seemed intelligent enough. Silently, she cursed her mother’s meddling, then brightened a bit as the turned the corner.

A small glance at Bailee’s face was most amusing. The corner of her mouth twitched, hinting at a smile.

Yes, well, like I had mentioned, it’s not very aesthetically pleasing. I assure you, however, that their stock is very valuable and of wonderful quality.

She pushed open the double doors, which were sagging sadly from their hinges and whose color had faded over time. Iso was mentally preening herself for her good work, amused that the other Corvie seemed so disdainful. This was precisely why she preferred this shop as one of her regular stops. It prevented those that were inclined to judge a store by its façade rather than its wares from entering – all the more product for her to choose from!

They entered to find rows and rows of shelving, every item you could dream of arranged carefully according to its usage and price. Though the walls were badly in need of some fresh paint or wallpaper (Iso had never been able to tell what the original décor had been like), but all the items were very obviously well cared for. The lighting was superb, and though it accentuated the disrepair of the building itself, it worked wonders in showcasing their product.

A somewhat ragged, but friendly looking, green Corvie wolf mix waved casually from the back, sweeping up some non-existent dust. Iso inclined her head, Hello Errol, then turned back to Bailee.

Have a look around. I always find something unique in here.

[Kari Muffin]

Bailee gave the hinges a rather terrified look. Suits they looked like they were going to come off any minute. She scurried past the door with the hope that it wouldn't fall off and hit her or something. Suits, no one liked to take care of architecture anymore, did they?

When she finally processed that she was inside of the shop safely she paused to stare a bit. It was still a bit on the shady side, but everything was brightly lit and the products seemed to be immaculate.

Her eyes darted over to the Corvie wolf mix. Huh. Was he the owner? He was kind of pretty to look at.

"Unique huh?" Bailee said after a moment of staring down the aisle. She needed a few things, but maybe she could find something special? The canine gave the woman a rather spacey smile. "Thank you for sharing this place."

She took to the nearest aisle. Perhaps she could find some of the more interesting herbs in this little place. Oh! Plants from some of the harder places to reach in Villa and they were cheap. The canine's tail wagged as she picked up one of the small bags that was on the shelf.

The canine was practically prancing as she scooped up the supplies she needed along with a few extras.

[Callypso]

Yes. Errol, the proprietor, has traveled extensively. He has connections all over the world and can usually make arrangements for rare ingredients or instruments for a lower cost. You only need ask.

Iso was interested to find herself again offering more information than usual, but then again, she couldn’t help but feel her mood improve considerably in this place. Errol was very good to her, offering discounts or demonstrating new stock when it came in. It was a little gem in the often overcrowded, overpriced market of the Bazaar. The shop was never full, though the business seemed to manage perfectly well without a constant influx of patrons. She imagined the wolf mix probably had work on the side, or a delivery system in place.

Anything I can ‘elp you with, t’day, Ms. Price?

A hint of a smile hovered around the corner of Iso’s mouth. The man insisted on giving a title, even when she long ago insisted on a first name only. It was a Card quality that would have normally annoyed her, but for some reason it was a tolerable one in Errol. Perhaps it was because this place always brightened her spirits.

Just some of the usual items today. I’m giving Bailee here a tour of the more notable establishments. Her specialty is poison immunities and toxins.

Ah, well, then! We just got a new shipment in from th’ Yarrow, if’n that may fire ‘er fancy?

She couldn't help but issue a half-smile to the older gentleman. He had a knack for always having something interesting at hand. Iso tilted her head ever-so-slightly and turned just enough to glance at Bailee to see whether she had heard the man. The woman’s aloof independence was noticeable enough for the Spade to want to gauge the dog’s interest before asking Errol to lead the way.

[Kari Muffin]

Bailee had to choke back her puppy like glee as she stared at the various contents of shelves. She could make quite a bit from some of the herbs in the shop, and he had shiny new instruments of all sorts. She needed a few new test tubes and perhaps he had a few mice and other things she could test on? Live subjects always yielded better results....

She snapped out of her joy when she heard the shop keeper address Iso. Her dark blue eyes wandering over to the man speaking. Her ears twitched as Iso responded and the man spoke again. Yarrow? Well, some of the poisons produced from the flowers were rather exotic. "I think I might be interested, especially if you have any of the rarer flowers dried."

Perhaps he sold extracts as well? That would be splendid. And she could get the other supplies she needed for a fairly decent price. Though dragging everything back to Corvistowne was going to be a pain.