[ She nods, her eyes tracing someone on the far side of the store. ]
Aye. They decried my armor too filthy for their whorehouse.
[ She doesn't actually have anything against whorehouses, only the irony that when a warrior comes into their midst suddenly they have stones to throw.
It turns out to be a good thing that she was eye-stalking that other customer... Her eyes catch on a wall of leather jackets. That gets her to move from where she's standing to go touch them. ]
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Aye. They decried my armor too filthy for their whorehouse.
[ She doesn't actually have anything against whorehouses, only the irony that when a warrior comes into their midst suddenly they have stones to throw.
It turns out to be a good thing that she was eye-stalking that other customer... Her eyes catch on a wall of leather jackets. That gets her to move from where she's standing to go touch them. ]
Even the leather is soft...