"And I've told you before, just because you think you're an important figure doesn't mean I am going to give you a discount!" One of Nevin's eyebrows was twitching rapidly, the red hairs dancing up and down. His fingers were drumming an angry rhythm on the wooden counter top as he gave a steady, heated glare to the person standing at the register. When the chimes rang as someone entered the shop, Nevin's idle hand rose and waved a swift greeting over the person's shoulder.

The man standing in front of the counter was dressed in rather opulent attire, with golden and silver baubles dangling about his clothing on thin, fine little chains attached with little hooks. Gems glittered in the light of the shop, casting multi-colored glows about the room. The wealthy man was also rather large - across, at least, not height. In fact, he was wider than he was tall, and looked almost like a squashed pumpkin on his gaudy orange clothes.

"I will have you know that I come from a long line of illustrious nobles! I could easily run this pedantic little shop into the ground if I so chose!" Nevin twisted his tight, polite smile into something that looked definitively darker, and showed a few too many teeth.

"Oh, now it's threats, is it? Because you don't want to just stroll out with whatever you want?" The alchemist's fingers drove into the wood as his smile widened. "Get out. Now. Or I will throw you out bodily. You will likely leave minus blood and other body parts - you'd be surprised how many alchemical concoctions I could come up with from the human anatomy. And you are sure to be full of rich, fatty tissues." The 'noble' paled beneath his chalky makeup - and turned to start waddling out of the shop as fast as he could. He bumped into the little figure casually making its way down the aisle, and did his best to give a superior sneer to the tiny winged fae. Once he processed the wings though, he ran faster. Well, waddled faster.

"And good riddance. Now then, what can I do for-" The alchemist had turned his attention to Fenn, finally, and froze, his eyes wide. The lack of motion had nothing to do with the cold. No, it was bewilderment on his face. "Fenn? What in the name of the Great Crimson Flow happened to you?"