Once the measurements were finished and monies exchanged, Elem was in the process of removing the armor when he felt two mizas being pressed into his palm. Maybe he had misjudged the strange woman in the first place, thinking her greedy. He felt a little bad for it, but it certainly didn't keep him from returning the mizas to their kin. The peck on his cheek was odd, but he was sort of dine trying to understand the woman. He was still confused with the arms, after all. "Next time, right. Well, I hope you enjoy your stay here, Rosela. You certainly gave me a primer in fashion and culture." His eyes were already peering at shoes, but he really didn't think it was the time to cluck at workmanship. It would be something he would do another day.
Alone.
Quickly.
Not so much pomp.
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