(Sorry about that, had my niece and nephew over recently and they only just left today, so didn't have much time yesterday. To compensate, we're doing four updates today!)
Enter, ask if she is Azucena, if so, give letter.
+1
and then leave.
You open the door and step in tentatively. When you were walking in, you expected a hardened criminal in a vaguely noirish office, like Al Capone or something. However, that wasn't to be. You're in a big, expansive office with a great view of the whole town through some bay windows, a red and black checkerboard floor, and a great skylight. The lighting is really, really good in here, giving the impression of being under a shady tree on a sunny day. You think you can see
Azucena on a couch (There is a total lack of desks) playing some hyper-advanced FPS on her Magi30. The latest model! You see the back of someone's head, with black hair that has some grey in it, so she's probably in her 40s or so.
"Hi, are you Azucena?" you ask, holding up a letter.
She turns around, casually pausing the game with a deft hand. She's actually barely older then you, 18 at most, which contrasts oddly with her hair. Her eyes are slightly narrow but of the darkest blue, which contrasts rather oddly with her brown skin. She's quite attractive, in a rather... filled out, way, if you know what this narrator is saying. She's got curves like a sailboat, which you immediately realize after saying means absolutely nothing at all. Her clothing helps by being as declarative and striking as possible, with lots of red.
"Sure am!" she says cheerfully. "I'm betting you're new here. Don't look at me like that, I like reading people. Anyway, I'm guessing you're new here, doing some courier job for non-specific pay, and a guard told you to do it because otherwise you would have told them to hop it. Who was it, then? Henderson? Baqir? Am I delaying you? Okay, sorry, just hand it over." You fear you may have competition in the "bubbly and talkative" department. You hand over the letter quickly, which she takes delicately.
Azucena takes out a bowie knife about the size of your lower arm and cuts it open, taking out the letter. She looks at it, has the briefest flash of disgusted annoyance, then tosses the letter onto the table.
"Oooh, that
Kraus!" exclaims
Azucena. "Don't get involved with her, she's real bad news. Did I ever tell you she tried... Oh wait, I've only known you about five minutes, nevermind. I hate this pissing competition I'm in with
Kraus. She tells me I'm a criminal, I tell her she should get some surgery done cos you're 49 and you look like you're barreling past 70, she tells me that I'm not such a pretty picture, I tell her that I'm the local community leader around her so she should just watch her tone around me, and then we shut up for a while. On it goes."
She's shady as hell, get the eff out of there.
"Heeey, I'm just going to head on now, cos I got stuff to do. Things to settle into. People to converse with. Lots of stuff on. I mean, it's so fun talking to you, but I literally just got here a few hours ago and I have been walking for ages, so... yes. I gotta go.Azucena smiles at you for a few seconds, then laughs. "So, who told you that I'm the devil? I bet it was
Jukka or
Kraus. Possibly both. Look, I'm friends with
Jukka and... I occasionally deal with
Kraus. The thing is, I'm actually about the only person in this town who is going to give it to you straight. I mean, take
Kraus. You know she's hiding something from you. And
Jukka. He's definitely hiding something from you. However, since you think I'm a criminal or something... what the hell have I got to hide from you now? I can hardly be anything worse then a criminal."
Time: 12:30 PM.
Location: Inside 17 Silver Walk
Inventory:
Brochure
Bacon Crisps
Luck: Good