[h3][color=Peru][i]Faarah Wahba[/i][/color][/h3]
Durable? Quality? The man's posture and smug look made it clear that he was playing a game. What was the point? Did he enjoy dragging Faarah along? Leaning his head to the side he looked the man up and down. This was obviously a game, Faarah paled a little as he wasn't sure which way this would go. When the man reached into his pocket he felt relief, but the sum of cash was too small to matter. A start, but ended up being another strike against the "gentleman."

"Don't let others walk all over you," his Mother would say, "stand your ground and let them know you're serious." A good place to start would be the price he thought, after all, he was paid. "[color=Peru]I could take this as a down payment. I'm glad to see you are not the vandal I mistook you for. I could have your order ready for you be the end of the week. That should give you enough time to get the rest of your pocket change together. It should come to... three items... well we can discuss that at another time, when we are not in each other's way. Who's name will this order be under?[/color]"
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