Post by Valdis Vinter on Oct 20, 2021 23:33:57 GMT
She didn't want to admit it, but she had missed the company of the ... man. He was useful when it came to different enchanted items. She had someone to bounce ideas from, ask questions. Val's charade in running this shop from Borgin and Burke was tiresome, and she was beginning to get itchy feet. Fenrir was off doing whatever it was that he liked doing, plotting, scheming, mauling. She had little control over him, but in some cases was able to pull him in line when it was required. Kráma Damascus on the other hand had a mind that was just as fearsome, a smell about him which tasted like off blood, puss and ooze that dripped into a stale pool of sweat.
She had called word for him via owl. Whether or not he was willing to turn up was the other question. While she had some items she thought may have been of use to him, she wasn't going to stay in the shop. Release Borgin and Burke back to their original selves and reassess her standing in the community. The Blood Hunters were having a bit of a quieter time from what she could tell. Nothing of interest was happening and that was bothering her. Making herself busy, she continued packing away her own personal belongings, ready for her time to depart the store.
She had called word for him via owl. Whether or not he was willing to turn up was the other question. While she had some items she thought may have been of use to him, she wasn't going to stay in the shop. Release Borgin and Burke back to their original selves and reassess her standing in the community. The Blood Hunters were having a bit of a quieter time from what she could tell. Nothing of interest was happening and that was bothering her. Making herself busy, she continued packing away her own personal belongings, ready for her time to depart the store.
