An Order? [Solo]

[Whisper]

30th of Spring Another day, another mediocre poison, another numb hand. This cycle was annoying her more and more the longer she stayed in it. For once, she wanted to make something for a actual customer and not someone sent by the Ebonstryfe. It was boring! They didn't attack or threaten her since they were low-ranking and they wouldn't get away with trying to kill a poisoncrafter. They also had no reason to; The transactions literally were like shopping for groceries and were not like underhandedly selling poisons. She wanted flair and excitement! She wanted dangerous customers that didn't kill her for the sole reason of they wanted her poisons in the future or the fact that she could kill them first. Neither of those reasons seemed to apply right now. Was it a bad thing? For her thirst for excitement? Yes. But for her purse? No. She made decent enough money since she got an official job as a poisoncrafter and she would take that over sleeping in the street and eating maybe once a day like she used to. Nevertheless, she wouldn't say anything to anyone but herself and just hope that one day she'll become so good at what she does that the type of people will come to her. At the moment, she was squeezing a vine she bought in the market with a tool from her mother's old poisoncrafter's kit, hoping it would be better than what she had been doing and, surprisingly, it was. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad without a teacher. A knock at her door made her jump and knock the table hard, causing her dish to flip and spill. Maybe she needed a teacher to steel her nerves. She didn't dwell on the thought as her curiosity was more than peaked at having a visitor. Who the hell would be at her home at this time? Who would know where the door is and be able to reach it is a better question.

[Whisper]

Whisper held her dagger in the sleeve of her cloak behind her and opened the door slowly with the other. "Who are you and what do you want?" she asked because her eyes were not fully adjusted to the darkness outside. Though when they finally did, she saw a lean built man standing on her doorstep with a gruff look about him. He wore dark and ragged clothing, though the most noticeable accessory was his leather strap that went from his hip to the opposite shoulder. That strap held an assortment of daggers that looked to be suited for many situations. His square jaw and deep set eyes gave off the aura of a man who's done a few things he's regretted, but believes he's too far gone for redemption even if he's not. "Doesn't matter. I have mizas and you have certain goods I want." That was all she needed to know. "I don't have much right now, how long you'll be in town?" She would try to make as much as she could while still making enough poisons for the Ebonstryfe and other customers they send. "Not long enough to wait, I'll take what you have." he said in his low voice. She could guess that the empty spot of his strap wasn't empty before he knocked on her door. "Fine." she said firmly and disappeared inside her home.