 Grey Warden ✗ Fenris ♥ ✗ Archdemon Slayer ✗ Champion of Kirkwall
After leaving the Gleaming Gyrash with a much larger black leather purse, tucked under her cloak, Isla Vanderwolf seized the perfect opportunity to head over to Borgins. It was the most famous and oldest shop in Knockturn Alley, might as well pay a visit.
Keeping the hood of her black moleskin cloak reasonably low over her face, she opened the door, noting the loud creak and chime of a bell as she entered. Noticing a few figures, she moved to the left and started to scan her eyes over the shelves of trinkets and jars. More things to make her office look more inviting, at least to her. Nothing says claws and Red Cap eyes to make a place feel more like home, at least for her. Moving slowly, she looked up to see a tangle of shrunken heads dangling from a pole. Lovely. "Should get some of those," she muttered to herself after lightly tapping on one of the leathery wrinkled faces. "Put them in the window."
Shuffling her footsteps, she rounded the corner of a shelf before seeing the figures she had seen upon entering the shop. What were they up to? Probably nothing good, she thought. Turning back to the shelf, she ran her index finger along the tags of some objects. |