[ ah, shite. her lips pull, and she glances to the side. her fingers are moving around the curve of the mug, just slightly, as though pulling on threads in the air that he cannot see.
before his eyes, her appearance melts into that of an older tiefling woman. her horns curve inward slightly, and her features are more petite than Sprezzatura's, but equally stern. she looks a lot like Sprezzatura, in fact.
she speaks, in a softer, higher voice: ] Do you understand, Mister Inkwell?
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before his eyes, her appearance melts into that of an older tiefling woman. her horns curve inward slightly, and her features are more petite than Sprezzatura's, but equally stern. she looks a lot like Sprezzatura, in fact.
she speaks, in a softer, higher voice: ] Do you understand, Mister Inkwell?