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The Amol-Khalit wilds were, in Tiff’s professional estimation, a dreadfully uncoordinated landscape. The dust was too aggressive, the heat lacked any sense of theatrical timing, and the jagged rocks looked entirely unpolished. Still, he sat atop his flamboyant, violet-painted wagon humming a rhythmic tune that kept pace with the swaying lanterns dangling from his roof.
“Patience, my dear friend,” Tiff murmured to his mule, though his eyes remained fixed on the horizon. “The most exquisite blooms often grow in the most hideous soil. We are not merely traveling; we are delivering an opportunity.”
He reached up to adjust his purple hat, ensuring the peacock feather caught what little light remained. This unknown client was a delightful enigma, a blank canvas for his silver-tongued artistry. To Tiff, a client without a name was simply a client without a defense.
As the wagon creaked over a dry ridge, Tiff pulled a small, tarnished brass compass from his pocket. It was, in reality, a broken clockwork toy he’d spray-painted bronze, but he held it with the reverence one might accord a holy relic. He began to meticulously polish his monocle, peering through it at the shimmering heat haze.
Drawen Asmunder
“Patience, my dear friend,” Tiff murmured to his mule, though his eyes remained fixed on the horizon. “The most exquisite blooms often grow in the most hideous soil. We are not merely traveling; we are delivering an opportunity.”
He reached up to adjust his purple hat, ensuring the peacock feather caught what little light remained. This unknown client was a delightful enigma, a blank canvas for his silver-tongued artistry. To Tiff, a client without a name was simply a client without a defense.
As the wagon creaked over a dry ridge, Tiff pulled a small, tarnished brass compass from his pocket. It was, in reality, a broken clockwork toy he’d spray-painted bronze, but he held it with the reverence one might accord a holy relic. He began to meticulously polish his monocle, peering through it at the shimmering heat haze.
Drawen Asmunder