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Calleslyn climbed the stairs at the back of the map shop. Messandra, who owned the shop, was someone she had known for a long time. She had often provided the party with interesting documents or maps, which had led them on dramatic adventures across the northern lands. The latest such map had proven particularly useful, and she deserved to know the outcome of that escapade, which was why Calleslyn was here after hours.
She knocked on the door to Messandra’s living quarters above the shop, and was rewarded a brief time later when the owner opened the door. The human woman was dressed well, Calleslyn saw, wearing a rich blue sleeveless dress with a long skirt slit down the side to show off one slender leg, and ankle-length boots. A wide belt girdled her waist, accentuating her figure, and the dress itself had an open diamond between her breasts, and straps over her bare shoulders, where a necklace of amber stones hung down to her collar bone.
Calleslyn took all this in, realising at once that this was probably not her friend’s casual wear. “Have I interrupted you?” she asked, “I can always come back tomorrow.”
Messandra looked puzzled for a moment, and then glanced down at herself, following the elf’s eyes. “Oh, nothing that can’t be postponed,” she said, flushing slightly, “I was just… no, it’s nothing. Come in.”
She knocked on the door to Messandra’s living quarters above the shop, and was rewarded a brief time later when the owner opened the door. The human woman was dressed well, Calleslyn saw, wearing a rich blue sleeveless dress with a long skirt slit down the side to show off one slender leg, and ankle-length boots. A wide belt girdled her waist, accentuating her figure, and the dress itself had an open diamond between her breasts, and straps over her bare shoulders, where a necklace of amber stones hung down to her collar bone.
Calleslyn took all this in, realising at once that this was probably not her friend’s casual wear. “Have I interrupted you?” she asked, “I can always come back tomorrow.”
Messandra looked puzzled for a moment, and then glanced down at herself, following the elf’s eyes. “Oh, nothing that can’t be postponed,” she said, flushing slightly, “I was just… no, it’s nothing. Come in.”
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