**Kincaid carefully plucked the blue ledger off the shelf, though her deft eyes took in the rest of the books as well before she opened her prize and began flipping through.**
Kincaid - "The 'blue' ledger? Do you keep more than one? I've just been writing everything down in the same place."
Kincaid - "Yeah? Could I take a look-see? Would save me from having to waste time cursing my old suppliers out of spite. More mature to just wash my hands of the thing, yeah?"
Kincaid - "Both. I'm shipping just about everything actually; I have to create some sort of atmosphere in a spellshop, and there's really nothing amenable to that out West."
Kincaid - "It's a small market, sure. But I get it to myself mostly; most mystical tutors don't fancy living over a barn with a bunch of pigs. Literal pigs. The sort that oink. Still though, it makes sense. There's serious practical use for workaday magics out west. Plant and Bestial magics for the farmsteads, Earth to work hardscrabble land, Storm to quiet down the blasted windstorms we get. It's not a bad living, I have to say."
**She abruptly huffed again, as if suddenly remembering the original line of conversation.**
Kincaid - "At least it was until I had to drop my suppliers. It's what I get for dealing with Elexians I guess; gods their shipping costs were cheap."
Kincaid - "Up until now 'the only damn service available' has been working okay. When you're as far out west as I am, the only other real option is to hike up the Scionics and see if no one comes back from there because they don't want to leave all the very nice spellshops."
**Kincaid strode right up to him, projecting an air of both familiarity and utter disgust at the world itself.**
Kincaid - "You know, there was a time when people were afraid of purveyors of the arcane. Oh, they'd tremble and shake at the mere thought of upsetting such mysterious and powerful enigmas. Now?"
**She huffed, quickly folding her arms.**
Kincaid - "I get delivered a fifty pounds of blank scrolls mixed in with my actual spells, and the Peacekeepers say it's 'Not Their Jurisdiction.'. Gods I wish I could turn them into toads. Gods I wish I knew that spell."
**She sighed abruptly.**
Kincaid - "Who am I kidding. I could never sell the whole 'unsettling spellseller' deal. Too damn cute I suspect. It's a curse it is."
**Kincaid made her way into the shop, having changed into plain azure robes and adopted a rather put-out expression. Fake fighter for the warrior's society, fake mage for the spellshop. Why not?**
**She slid the book back onto the shelf.**
Kincaid - "Thanks for the help. I'll send you a card if everything works out."
**With that, she started out, but not immediately to the memorized location. First stop was to the supply shop. A few tools were in order.**
Kincaid - "Makes sense. So these suppliers won't mind if I make a business call?"
Kincaid - "The 'blue' ledger? Do you keep more than one? I've just been writing everything down in the same place."
Kincaid - "It's a small market, sure. But I get it to myself mostly; most mystical tutors don't fancy living over a barn with a bunch of pigs. Literal pigs. The sort that oink. Still though, it makes sense. There's serious practical use for workaday magics out west. Plant and Bestial magics for the farmsteads, Earth to work hardscrabble land, Storm to quiet down the blasted windstorms we get. It's not a bad living, I have to say."
**She abruptly huffed again, as if suddenly remembering the original line of conversation.**
Kincaid - "At least it was until I had to drop my suppliers. It's what I get for dealing with Elexians I guess; gods their shipping costs were cheap."
Kincaid - "Up until now 'the only damn service available' has been working okay. When you're as far out west as I am, the only other real option is to hike up the Scionics and see if no one comes back from there because they don't want to leave all the very nice spellshops."
Kincaid - "You know, there was a time when people were afraid of purveyors of the arcane. Oh, they'd tremble and shake at the mere thought of upsetting such mysterious and powerful enigmas. Now?"
**She huffed, quickly folding her arms.**
Kincaid - "I get delivered a fifty pounds of blank scrolls mixed in with my actual spells, and the Peacekeepers say it's 'Not Their Jurisdiction.'. Gods I wish I could turn them into toads. Gods I wish I knew that spell."
**She sighed abruptly.**
Kincaid - "Who am I kidding. I could never sell the whole 'unsettling spellseller' deal. Too damn cute I suspect. It's a curse it is."