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Rozwell Marques walked out of the Tavern door to greet the man carrying the crate. Just then another man pumped into her delivery boy. She rushed over to help him from dropping the crate, and help the man from falling.
# Emporium,
2010-05-19 15:32:51, as a
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I sucks. Forgive the newb in the room. /goes back IC.
Rozwell Marques nodded to Tei Rin Ko'vash as she took to crate from him, making sure he had his balance back. She was never much of a talker, she only gave a small "Thank you." She seemed to be signing as she spoke the words, her dual-tone voice leaving a small echo. She looked arounf the crowd before re-entering the Tavern ith the delivery, to see Vexar Marques talking to a young woman. She gave a huff then walked back into the Tavern.
Rozwell Marques turned to the man crying out for a drink. She had no idea what made her look like a waitress. "Not my problem"~ Her voice was sharp this time. She continued walking to the store room with her goods, her long tail swaying behind her as she did.
Rozwell Marques sighed and turned back to the man that had just ruined her most expensive wine. She saw the young woman that was with Vexar Marques a few moments ago rush to the bar, so she turned around to see him in the doorway. " Hrmm. You deal with this one.."~ She said to Vexar.
Rozwell Marques snatched the wine from the man, and stormed off into the store room to save what was left of the delivery.
Rozwell Marques had re-appeared from the back room, meeting Vexar as she turned from the door. She began to smile at him for taking care of the situation, but instead she huffed at him. She looked at him silently for a few moments before going to sit at the bar.
Rozwell Marques sat at the bar, calling over one of the tenders and pointed to an item on the menu, she then turned to Vexar. "Small issues."~ she mumbled softly to him.
Rozwell Marques looked to the man who threw the knife at her before. She gave a small nod to him, then turned back to the bar as she received her fish order from the bartender. As Vexar sat next to her, her tail would wrap around one of the bar stool's legs.
Rozwell Marques kept eatting bits of her lunch as the orb chirped at her. She shook her head to it, then looked up to Vexar, the Small green orb still making noise at her. She tugged at his coat with her hand that was free of fish bits.