“So this is the place… Can’t say I’d ever come here without a reason.” Gulliver commented, overlooking the small bookstore, pulling a small piece of paper out from under his hat, making sure this was the correct address. “You’d think the kind of people who can get so many people clawing for scraps would be living it up rather than working in a musty place like this. Not you though. You are worth so much more than those other ones.” He said, making sure to not insult his own regalia, glancing over at the mirror faced individual and smiling, although not inherently malicious, the flickering flamelike effects that made up his face certainly gave it that impression.
Picking up a silver-colored briefcase next to him, Gulliver entered the business, making sure to duck under the door, taking off his hat as to fit in the room without hitting the ceiling, the mirror faced regalia shortly behind. It was rare for Bellamy to be quiet like this, although the lack of pretty ladies was probably a large factor in this. The being of greed ignored the shelves moving straight to the sales counter and putting the briefcase on top of it.
“I’m here to meet some of the workers in this establishment.” He said, holding slipping the gilded envelope the invitation to the tournament had been contained in, indicating the reason he was here.
@Emy
Picking up a silver-colored briefcase next to him, Gulliver entered the business, making sure to duck under the door, taking off his hat as to fit in the room without hitting the ceiling, the mirror faced regalia shortly behind. It was rare for Bellamy to be quiet like this, although the lack of pretty ladies was probably a large factor in this. The being of greed ignored the shelves moving straight to the sales counter and putting the briefcase on top of it.
“I’m here to meet some of the workers in this establishment.” He said, holding slipping the gilded envelope the invitation to the tournament had been contained in, indicating the reason he was here.
@Emy