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The dwarf had a keen eye, as much trained by appraising wares and reading his contacts as anything else. Yes, he did notice Eraisuithons opinion of the orrey and just as the thought the elf seemed to like it. The short creature was older then one might think; perhaps not as old as the elf before him but still aged in years in terms of his people. During these years he had plenty of practice reading people and although he knew secretly that Eraisuithon thought well of the orrey he made no attempts to either show he knew or leverage the information. His beady eyes darted from the contraption toward Eraisuithon, then back again.
Letting the elf plunder into the maps the dwarf felt content to stand near and just watch, answering the Elfs questions whenever they arose. "Only 80 Crowns for that" he replied at the price of the map. The Dwarf also found it rather amusing that the Senior Aedile should pick that particular map, considering it had once belonged to another Senior Aedile of the city era's and era's ago. Shrugging he accompanied his customer over to the masks. Ball masks of every shape and size were here. Purple feathered ones with black lace, ornate masks carved of gold and jewels, and even one made completely of grasses and real leaves. But having seen the elf settle on a mask of silver, the dward nodded his head in satisfaction. "That mask I'll give to you for only 60 crowns." The dwarf covertly took a view back to the chest that held the orrey, and then looked back to the elf before him.
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