Guns and Ammunition

[Ayaka]

Ayaka groaned as she leaned back on the stool to better assess the intruders, sorry, customers that dared walk into her store. A pair of drow? One appeared to be a dwarf and the other an elf. Well. That's weird. "Oi!" Ayaka spat in their general direction, "Can't you read? I don't open for another hour." She pointed to a sign clearly written in Akashiman knowing full well the two tourists weren't bilingual, or at least didn't speak her native tongue. They had already messed up her window. She didn't want them messing up her store to boot.

Pointed orange eyes darted to said window. A smudge was smeared high on the pane, it mocked her, almost smiled at her. It wasn't very noticeable, at least not to the passer-by. But Ayaka noticed. She damn well noticed. Her angry eyes shifted back to the taller of the two. She was hiding something. That much was obvious in the way her soul was so withdrawn. It practically curled in on itself. A soft mixture of pale blues and greys that swirled and danced together.

"Mmm..." It was a disapproving sound. Not that her soul was inherently bad, no, that title was upheld by Nevin and his shit storm of a monstrous soul. It just..bothered Ayaka. Which, quite frankly, wasn't hard to do. Everything bothered her. It was the intrusion of her (not so) private drinking time that bothered her.

The shortest one had an odd yet thick accent. At least she had the decency to ask, unlike the other who was practically bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet-and who had already left an impression on Ayaka and her store. "Well - can't exactly ask to come in when yer already here now can you?" Ayaka mumbled as she gestured for the two to approach. She may be annoyed and her words may be barbed but these were potential coins in her emptying purse.

Ayaka had hit the bottle a little too hard recently. With due reason of course. But those thoughts were for another time.

"What do ya need? Poison? Aphrodesiacs? How can I help, or...whatever?" Ayaka leaned forward once more and picked up the glass. She was really hoping to get a nap in before the day started. Three nights of prayer, with narry a moment to sleep between. Sure, she caught some shuteye during 'meditation' or as she called it. Naptime. But it wasn't enough. Ayaka was irritable and bitter at the best of times. Lack of food, alcohol and rest made the buxom Nekojin one you would not want to run into.

She was not the picture of Akashiman hospitality.

"What brings a pair o' youngins like you to this sleepy little town? Kugoshima doesn't really have anything for tourists."