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She leaned back from peering into the window of the shop and turned her head to look more pointedly at the Lycan standing beside the door. There had been something off about his speech, something in the way he’d spoken his words, that suggested he wasn’t a native to the area, and Gaele was a little surprised to realize that she might actually have found another new arrival to the lands of Serenia. This place sure has some diversity, she mused to herself. Though she hadn’t the slightest idea what the Lycan kingdom must have been like, she could only assume it was very different from her own kingdom of Argohahn, and different still from this elf-ruled land. Wonder if he's as lost as I am. Though perhaps she wasn't as lost as she'd once been. She was, after all, soon to be employed by the castle and well on her way to turning around her previous reputation for being a bandit.

Not wanting to stare overly long and come off as rude, the small human woman offered a charming, friendly smile to cover her curiosity, but received none in response. The stranger only made a gesture that rolled his shoulders as he pushed off of the wall to stand--jeez, were all the guys here built like mountains?--and peer inside the shop with her. Gaele's smile faltered just a little at the wolf man's brusque nature, but determined not to be deterred she followed his lead and tried to glance inside for a second time. As before, she could see nothing. There were spots on the floor where light fell in from the windows but nothing on or inside the cabinets and counters were actually visible in the darkness. She wondered, briefly, whether the Lycan beside her could see any better, but thought better of asking, at least until she thought he'd consider answering.

He surprised her by speaking up again, and she turned to look at him just in time to catch the dip his muzzle made toward the sign that she'd failed to notice. "Oh." Her bright green eyes blinked as she stared at the sign, realizing that it did, indeed, say just that. Gone Out. It was no wonder she'd missed it--she'd been far too intrigued by what she might see inside the shop from the window--but now that she knew there was nothing to look at until a better light source could be had she pondered over what the sign must have meant for the shop and its owner. She puzzled over whether it was still worthwhile to wait when the Lycan stranger spoke for a third time, his accented words now questioning her intent. There was nothing interrogatory about his tone, and if anything he sounded genuinely curious and considerably more relaxed if his new posture was anything to go by.

Taking another cue from him, Gaele warmed up to the question and the stranger quickly, going so far as to mimic his stance and carefully lean against the window as he did the sill. "I might," she answered, her words noncommittal and her tone almost playful. Maybe this potential new arrival wasn't so painfully serious as she'd first thought if he was asking questions like this. "Depends what they have for sale, really. I was hoping to pick up something shiny. And pretty." Although now that she thought about it she wasn't sure at all what she wanted. A ring? A bracelet? Earrings? Necklace? There were far too many options, and given that she was still clueless what was in inventory it felt much too confusing to give it more thought than that. "And yourself? Interested in something shiny as well?" she asked, trying her smile again. Probably not, but it didn't hurt to ask.