Agent Prital Tarawi
Personal Shopper to Stelsor Bladed Tornado
Well my life is getting interesting, I have another date! A much different gentleman, he's so somber, and reserved, but he read me some quite stirring poetry!
And I got hired to promote a new gallery opening in town, Vanotticelli's, run by a very attractive married couple. She has to beat them away with a stick... Such a lithe, muscled man... Anyway, they're having a grand opening, and invited the usual suspects, including the Ambassador of Lookshy and his wife, the Ambassador from Great Forks.
What's this? The priestess from Luxana, goddess of written records wants a word? I thought I'd gotten everything squared with her boss...
"Whispered Nothings of Luxana, I greet you in honor."
"I greet you in honour, Prital Tarawi, agent to the influential and powerful.
"You flatter me, and you... who's that?"
"What?"
"That strange man, wearing that grey pajama... Why is he spying on us? And you, you're not who you said you were..." I had María er Ishigika "the Iceshadow" and Sofie "Icelight" Glaee in case the priestess was more kookoo than she let on, or if anyone was going to make trouble for us. But they didn't even register the slight, spare, strangely-dressed man as a threat, or even as something they could look at! It was most strange... As if he was not really there, but I saw him, swear!
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