Chaldean Chronicles: Cadence of the Lostgrail

And so here he was, perusing the wares in the festival stalls. For.. things.. or maybe because he could be outside now, with no limitstions thanks to that crafter.. Monta.. With Sophie His left eye twitched, and he moved from the shop he had been looking at hand carved ornaments at, and traversed elsewhere. Lush scarves.. supposedly. He'd be the judge of that. He picked up one with reindeers frolicking, and snorted, rubbing the fabric between his fingers. @Lyn(Arj/HP/Marg/En/Sieg)

She too, was shopping along the various stalls, dressed in her leather outfit despite the cold temperatures, her wards and sacraments keeping her nice and toasty as she wandered from stall to stall. No, Dantes wouldn't like that... Bhima would love that, but unfortunately her meager church salary was nowhere near enough to afford a kitchen set like that... She sighs as she looks up. Ah, it seems today was the day the Lord decides to test her patience, as none other than her personal ward Renfield had manifested. Margo Jumpscare as she appeared behind him (she walked over) "I see Monta delivered you a Sun Periapt." She says as she puts a hand on her waist. "Good, Good. Are the stalls to your liking?" She says as she looks at the scarf with a raised eyebrow.

@Koko/🐵/VH/💣/💀

"Tawdry baubles, all of them," He drawled the answer out, though he held the lesser Periapt Niklas had crafted for him in higher regard than the one Monta had made.. Though, he wouldn't ever admit it, or admit that wearing both was redundant. He dropped the scarf, turning to look at Margo, eyes on the outfit as he smiled nastily. Pressing his fingers together, he gave her a low, mocking bow, a la Renfield. "Seeing as I have no one to buy for," he shrugged. "It's just a charming little change of place from the revolting mess of.. companionship Chaldea's become." He tucked his hands into his sleeves. "What about you, Miss Margo~ Finding everything to your liking?~"

@Lyn(Arj/HP/Marg/En/Sieg)