OOC: For goblins!
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Lassius Kar'meht was a merchant lord who had been falling on hard times even before his wealth had been bestowed upon him. But one bad trade after another had him fumbling through his fortunes as every gold piece he ever owned sifted through his fingers like the waning dusts in an hour glass. Now, without a penny to his name, and with a debt that reached up to his ears, he had nothing he could do left but sell everything.
So when his estate sale commenced, just about everybody who was anybody had showed up at the Kar'meht Palace- a grand place located several miles to the east along the Niafi River. Miss Evelyn Gray was no exception. Though as she pushed her own small caravan of servants and slaves through the gathering masses outside of Kar'meht's, she found it difficult to pass since, despite her own authoritative voice commanding others to move aside, most saw her gold spun hair and ignored her, believing her a slave. No one of high standing in Essyrn was a foreigner, even one as wealthy as The Woman.
It was because of this irony she had been called simply that, The Woman, and each time someone who knew of her whispered that term in Essyrni, she gave a mean glare their way. She wasn't even addressing those of her same financial standing and independence. All of the men in this crowd were the middle class who were curious to see what sort of treasures would be sold and taken out of Lassius's home.
Sighing with frustration, she grabbed onto the reins of her camel and pushed through, using the pointed end of her parasol (that for now, no longer shaded her), but was used more or less like a cattle prod for men. She, no longer caring to be civil, now began to slowly swim her way through the crowd. It probably seemed like quite the sight when Evelyn's caravan finally arrived to the other side of the palace, where there, the upper class and merchants had gathered nad parked in a more controlled location, blocked off from the chaos of the lower crowd.
Now within the more refined gates, she let her slaves tend to the animals, and the servants, she asked them to fetch up her things and go inform the auctioneer that Miss Gray had arrived. Her cheeks were now thoroughly pink from all this exertion, and her golden hair, a pretty mess about her face. But she didn't have the time or energy to fuss over herself, at least not yet. She still had to collect herself mentally as she stood before her entourage with a tired sigh.
Getting to Lassius's better be worth it. She had only ever been this frustrated when her one major trade deal went south- and she, left with tons of worthless Connlaothian cargo- and no one there to buy it. She had a bad tip off, and she was still sore about it. And the fact the man who shafted her had such a smug grin, oh yes... she would never forget Emyr Kasabian for as long as she lived. Nor forgive him.
Once a tent was sent up from her entourage, she took a seat in a gilded travel chair and began to fuss over her hair infront of a mirror two slave girl's held, and when their hold began to waver, she glared up at them, but before she had a chance to tell them to 'Hold the Mirror Still'- she saw his face in the mirror.
Glaring at his reflection, she turned around, but he was already gone. Lost in the sea of merchants. With a huff, she turned back around, but kept her eyes upon the vacant spot she had once seen Lord Kasabian standing. But she could see nothing, and idly her green eyes traveled through the mirror's reflection from the sea of merchants over towards the nearby river bank, where, despite there being a lot of human activity, still housed a shore full of crocodiles and could not help but begin to compare some of these cut throat men to those patiently waiting hungry sharp teeth of the reptiles of prey.