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[tigerhound]

[She's still in the clothes she arrived in, though she's taken the advantage of being able to wash them so at least they're clean. This was, of course, after she'd ventured out into the city to plumb the depths of allies and dumpsters in order to collect materials to make goods to sell so she would have money for clothes and food.]

[It was a very practiced ritual of hers.]

[So now she's got a blanket (dumpster behind a home goods store) spread out with some cuff bracelets and woven wire necklaces that she'd been working on diligently for the first few days. Even as she sits patiently waiting for customers, she's got her hands busy wrapping feathers and bones into the wire and gear framework of a larger wrist cuff.]

[Dictated into the grimorie, which she's got laid open by her side,] So this whole gears and steam aesthetic ... it was pretty popular in my world among the more financially endowed. I never had the means for it, so it's interesting to be able to experiment with it here on a limited income.

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[forourqueen]

Dead.

[Gabriel replies with a deadpan voice, his eyesockets glowing dimly. He picks up one of her finished pieces and studies it with interest.]

How are you with leather?

[tigerhound]

[Okay she can't help staring for a few more moments, still tense. Necromancy on her world was a rare and dangerous thing.]

[And why was he interested in leather? Did he want her to fashion him a new jaw or something?]

[She forces herself to relax slightly and makes a motion to her wares.] You can see for yourself; I'm pretty good.

[forourqueen]

[He grins at her look, the rotted sides of his face stretching and splitting wide.

Reaching for his pack, the rogue picks out a couple of rolls of leather he had recently tanned.]

I don't do girly shit like this, but what would suit a shark-mouthed crazy bitch?

[tigerhound]

[Sandrine looks at the leather and reaches out to feel it. She frowns slightly at his question.]

A muzzle, maybe?

[forourqueen]

Hah! That would have been a treat, wouldn't it?

[Amused, he simply glances at the woman and hands her the leather.]

She'd claw my dick off, so no.