>>5624806Ah silent steps and softer seekings, friend! Scarf has many things in his deeper pockets. For Devilish Little Coffee you offer . . .
. . . <span class="mu-i">Work</span>? Physical labour carried out by cunning hands at Scarfs own specifications? Always in the market for able Agents, Scarf is - happy, delighted, overJOYED with the possibility of providing personal parameters to personnel! A regular managerial monarch, is our Scarf, with suppliers near and fear and a network in every harbour-heart!
For a quiet-soft-soul whisperwind, Scarf can find a crate of Vanadian Bluest Beans, unmarred, unspent, un-ground. Rich notes indescripable to keep away the armies of Aopti and fight regular sleep to a standstill. And all... it will take . . . Is your work! Your fine hands and featured face in the crowd for the tiniest of minor projects!
A Favour!
And you, friend? If you work with <span class="mu-r">Scarf</span> you need never fear inferior merchandise from malicious merchants meandering their woefully wrackwind wares! Pfha! No true magnate among them, neither clever nor cunning nor contrite in their commerce! You wish to wander the Wrackwinds and find scavenge worth bartering for? Scarf once found a blade that cuts probability, a bullet that angers the peaceful, the arts of venom and antivenom, the raw <span class="mu-s">Tang</span> of <span class="mu-s">Possibility</span>. No monopoly safe, no market unreached, no profit untouched!
Why parlay with inferior providers of provisions? Eldritch ropes and silk-soft hands! Hah! Scarf smiles your desires, for Scarf asks... Why not both? And the steely soul of a skulker besides!
You don't know what you seek but Scarf does! Bluest Beans from far Vanadin fields, and the soft whispercloth of the Windsouls, fresh from the Novice Theurges of the High Air. Karathiel? More like care-for-your-self! Rare merchandise this - the Theurge of the High? Rarer than an honest First Minister these days!
>What's a /whispercloth/? The merchant - who... surely he was here before you turned down this alley? But-- wait, when did you turn down this alley? -- the merchant pulls a length of sky-blue cloth from one of the many folds in his robes. And pulls. And pulls.{Whispercloth Wraps}
Length 4
!Wrap: Length buys a Quality until you unwrap.
!Nightcloak: Grows longer in the Dark.
I see the little spark in your stealthy eyes, friend! What woman of fashionable sense could resist? Shake my hand! Yours for the bargain price of . . .
Stealth Work.