[A very oblivious Jhinx passed down the hall, rolls of brightly colored fabric tucked up under each long arm. She might have passed by without incident, distracted as she was by her mental calculations of yardage and thread requirements - but the word 'credits' jumped out at her as readily as the words 'gold' or 'moolah' would back home.
She thumps her rolls down, leaning on them as she glances between the window sign and the proprietor - whom she silently determines is some odd gnome-human crossbreed.
...Or maybe gnome-kobold, with that schnoz.]
Huh. Cleva'. But ya know what you need?
[She snaps her clawed fingers, pointing at Quark with a wink.]
WoW goblin OC | I have no icons ;A;
She thumps her rolls down, leaning on them as she glances between the window sign and the proprietor - whom she silently determines is some odd gnome-human crossbreed.
...Or maybe gnome-kobold, with that schnoz.]
Huh. Cleva'. But ya know what you need?
[She snaps her clawed fingers, pointing at Quark with a wink.]
Curtains.