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The Aasimar shakes her head and stands, gathering up her things.

"Well, it has become obvious that it is a little too . . . dramatic here for me, as well as much too mired in a family's business that I know nothing about. Thank you for the drinks, the Irisinni wine was particularly good.

I should be going anyway, I have heard that Marcos Ferabellous is looking for me, something about a serial killer in Ustalov. Good day to you Ms. uhhhh, Ms. 'Righty.'

And with that she sets out for the door.

Janica turns to Righty, then surveys the other two elves entering the room. She eyes them for a second before asking a question of Righty.

She then shifts her gaze to 'Tish' as her song ends and gives a round of applause to her.

"Good song. If only real life were as easy eh?"

The Aasimar looks around with a concerned look on her face.

Well, I can only understand half the conversation of course, but it seems to have gotten quite tense in here. Perhaps we should all speak in non-Taldane so that no one can understand each other."

Turning to Janica, Giamo will continue there conversation.

"I've actually seen several unique uses of wands myself. A Halfling sorcerer friend of mine carried a wand of some electrical spell as a side arm. It seemed he really didn't have the strength to use an actual weapon, but the fact that he just had to touch things... I'm sure you can see the advantages.

"Then there was the wand we found that looked like a small wooden barrel. Small enough to hold in your hand, but shaped like one of those rain barrels you'll see outside General Stores? Yeah, you would hold it in hand, shake it and speak the trigger word. And out popped a swarm of screeching monkeys. Yeah, it was a 'barrel of monkeys'!"

Janica takes another sip of her wine.

"Actually, rather ironically, I haven't learned yet how to bring out the latent powers of wands. Other items though . . ." she trails off thinking. Then she reaches down and unhooks her wayfinder from her belt and holds it up.

"Take this wayfinder for example. For most people, it's just a compass and a way to cast the light spell, as well as a recepticle for an Ioun stone. However, if you put a little work into it, there are other things it can do."

Janica concentrates for a moment. Her eyes and wayfinder begin to glow, and the air thrums with power. The light of her eyes seems to resonate with the light of the wayfinder, and then, suddenly, a small-sized earth elemental is standing next to them.

Janica has spent one point of her Mental Focus in her Compass (wayfinder) to summon a single creature off of the summon monster II list as a standard action. Duration-1 minute

"There, see?" she says. "Most people don't stop to think that magic items can do alternate things like that. They have so much more potential than people give them credit for, if they are just given a little push."

"Oh, I don't really collect them, per se," Jannica waves dismissively. "I just know how to procure them cheaply and resell them for a bit of a profit. Pathfinders, I'm sure you know, are always in the market for wands, so I mostly deal with the society. Wands of Cure Light Wounds are always in demand, actually they are my most popular item, though I also sell plenty of wands of Mage Armor, wands of Infernal Healing, Shield . . . Then there are the occasional wands of see invisibility and resist energy, though those are far less common."

She takes a sip of her Irisini wine and contemplates for a bit.

"I do have to say, though, that my true passion is uncovering the secrets of magic items and their lore. Magic items are so much more powerful than people give them credit for . . . can do so much more if you simply give them a push in the right direction."

Janica Doe wrote:

The aasimar looks around with a bit of a frown on her face.

"Uh, Excuse me? A little Service please? Or are you just going to ignore my drink order and talk with friends?"

Giamo comments from his table beside the bar where the Aasimar is standing, "A two fisted drinker! I see you know how to enjoy Caydens gifts! Please, join me! Bring your bottle, and it appears you already have a glass, so pull up a chair and enjoy the floor show!" Realizing that he is being a bit presumptuous, he begins again. "I am honored to make your acquaintance. I am Giamo Casanunda - Cleric of Cayden, the god of love. (yeah, really, sub-domain love), at your service." He offers you his business card with his right hand, while holding a tankard in his left. (see his card on the character discription). "Seeing that you are un-accompanied,I would like to ask, are you currently involved in a long term relationship? Would you like to be?" (Big grin!) Giamo goes on to say "I am a Matchmaker by profession you see, it is my 'day job' (finger quotes) - so if you might be interested in such a relationship, perhaps we might discuss some of my other clients?"

The Aasimar is somewhat taken aback by the experienced Dwarven Cleric.

"I, uh, oh. No, not seeing anyone right now, but I'm not really looking. I'm focusing really on my work right now." She picks up her two wine glasses and moves to join the Dwarf. She set her drink down and moves back to pay for the non-comped drink, before rejoining the Dwarf.

"Thank you" she offers to the bartender before returning her attention to the Cleric.

"My name is Jannica Doe, pathfinder, explorer, and wand merchent in my off time." she offers her hand to shake.

"Cayden you say? Not too often you see Caydenites focusing on the love aspect of his portfolio. Most love-seeking clerics either go for Desna. Or Shelyn, of course. Personally, I find myself drawn to Lythertida, Empyrial lord of potential, though I am not nearly as devout as you, I am sure. So what, uh, what drew you to the love aspect of the accidental god? "

The aasimar looks around with a bit of a frown on her face.

"Uh, Excuse me? A little Service please? Or are you just going to ignore my drink order and talk with friends?"

A blue-skinned woman with blue hair enters the bar, in gleaming mithral breastplate. A shield on her back and a mithral longsword at her hip. For a moment, you think she might be Samsauran, but her ears have a pronounced point, and her body is a bit to lithe.

"Hmmm, this looks like a reputable establishment" she says under her breath before going up to the bar.

"Excuse me, I was wondering if I could get some wine? Something white, if you have it. Maybe a bit on the lite side, nothing too alcoholic."

Janica Doe wrote:

"... that Negaji's monkey that's inching towards me with his paw reaching for my pocket. "

Ryuko had been sifting through the clothing available when something about the argument caught her attention.

"Huh?" Ryuko looks over at the two.

Puzzled, she points out "Nisaru isn't anywhere near your pockets." She looks around, then adds "...and I don't see any other monkeys here at the moment.

Seems to me you owe my monkey an apology!"

You blamed the wrong monkey. Might want to concentrate on people with squirrels or raccoons as familiars, rather than the monkey familiar of a huge lizard carrying heavy weapons.

now where I can get a proper outfit for my monkey, Nisaru?

with a link to a pickpocket's outfit. You see where I'm coming from. Also my character's left the shop already.

Harv rips the letter apart the moment it leaves Janica's hands.

"I know a con when I see one. If you think you can pull a fast one on a Varisian you're dumber than I thought. If the trade prince has a problem with my business maybe he shouldn't have given Guaril authority to give me the title. So let me give you three pieces of advice, pal: 1) not every varisian is a criminal, you racist; 2)....."

Harv spits in Janica's face

"3)....I forgot the third one, now get the f#&* out of my shop."

I'm sorry, Janica, but your character's high horse ends where my character begins.

A brief flash of rage in the aasimar turns to a smirk as she whips the spit from her face. It dawns on her that she has 'won' the argument, in her own mind, by managing to crack the calm demeanor of the shopkeep.

"Heh, whose the one basing accusations on circumstantial evidence now? I don't think all Varisians are criminals, just ones who hire druggies, serve suspect clientele, and have extraordinarily transparent and cavalier attitudes about breaking the law. You sir, are the one doing your ethnicity a disservice, not me. Now if you excuse me, I have a luncheon appointment with a young sorceress named Seoni. She and I are going to discuss the finer points of magic item use."

The blue-skined angel-kin turns and heads out of the shop. As she exits the door, she calls out without turning around. "Oh, and if you do think I'm trying to con you, please do feel free to inform the guards. I would LOVE to know what wrong-doing I am up to!"

It's okay, we just have very different characters. It's fun to play off of each other. Janica is just tired of all the thieves and sketchiness in the exchange, as she is a 100% honest business woman.

Exasperated, Janica just holds her face in her hands.

"He genius, a con involves me trying to somehow take money or goods or property from you or whatever. I'm doing none of that. Note how I'm not calling the cops, I'm not asking for money, and I'm not stealing anything; unlike that Negaji's monkey that's inching towards me with his paw reaching for my pocket. I'm just here to say that your terrible business practices reflect poorly on the rest of us. And Trade-Prince Aaqir agrees."

She hands him a letter with the faction leader's signent on it.

"Now if you excuse me, with my duties done, I'm going to get out of here before someone assumes I'm trying to buy pesh from you or something."

Janica points to the man behind the counter.

"Legitimate my half-celestial butt! That man is clearly hopped up on something, presumably shiver or pesh, and THAT MAN" she says, pointing to the undertaker"Was openly talking about open slots for burials! And I doubt he's a licenced mortician.

"Oh, and to clinch it, I found the 'I' and 'L' that you through away outside from your original sign. Pro tip, don't hide incriminating evidence poking out of the trash can next to the sign you just tore them down from."

"Those that wish the wealth of the Master and Guardian of the First Vault, should take heed to follow the law and righteous path of honest trade and shun short cuts, ill manners and underhanded trade"says a quiet voice from the shadows" Your Ilk are entirely the reason Abadar has called me to service with in the Society. Repent and seek fair trade and that Can Help Us All instead of your lawless and base greed"

"Here here." a blue-skined female aasimar pipes up in agreement. "Well, I don't actually follow Abdar, but I am on board with actual legitimate trade. Every time I try to do buisiness, everyone assumes my goods are fakes or defective. After one encounter where I said I was with the exchange, one client even tried to hire me as an assassin! It's like no one knows what buisiness ethics are anymore!

"Let's face it, the exchange has a reputation as cheats, thieves, and ner-do-wells, and us actual buisiness people suffer for it!"

After hearing the rumor of the fixer, the Aasimar huffs a bit and frowns.

"What is it with everyone being so shady in the exchange? I was led to believe that Trade Prince Aaqir al'Hakam wanted honest merchants in his organization. He IS the leader of the exchange right? I mean, here I am, trying to run an honest caravan of magical wands and scrolls, and everyone sees that I'm exchange and assumes I'm trying to cheat them!

"And now I hear about THIS bigoted jerk. No human blood? Really? I guess he won't be getting any of my business, not that I'd want to deal with someone so disreputable anyway. It's like I joined a band of thieves, not a trade guild!"

The Aasimar looks exasperated at any in the immediate area, like she can't believe her lot in life.