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[norolinde]

::drags out her entire manicure kit again::

::adds bootshining equiptment::

I'm doing this until I get a male customer. Men of Middle-earth, your cuticles are crying.

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[saeros_nandor]

*passes by, noticing Noro* Uh... hi... excuse me, miss. I don't supppose you could tell me where I could find a messenger of some kind?

[norolinde]

::blinks:: Um . . . probably the stables. Unless you're looking to deliver something in-area?

[saeros_nandor]

Not really. I need someone to go to the Shire. *slight blush and a nervous laugh as he rubs the back of his neck* It's a bit of a long story.

[norolinde]

::grins and gestures to a stool:: Sit. Let me take a look at your nails, and you can tell it.