antivanleather | Seventh Sin - Make me strong, down you go, suffer long, down you go [Video]

[The feed opens with Zevran sitting across from the journal, various leather made wares set out before him. Gloves of various kinds, a coat or two, belts embossed and dyed, wristbands, water bottles and other wares are arranged for optimal viewing. All have a similar style to them, an artful richness to the embossing, embroidering, and dye.]

Good Evening, Luceti.

[He offers the feed a winning smile and a loose, fluid gesture to the assortmant of leather wares, a bit of a 'there you have it' in the motion.]

As I've had plenty of time on my hands the past few months and the means to do so I've made a few items too many while experimenting with different techinques of leather working and find I've a talent for it. The workmanship is solid if I do say so myself and I would be willing to do custom orders if you wished for something more lasting and complicated. If you see anything here that you like, please let me know and I will wrap and send it to you. If you want something made for a special occasion let me know where to meet with you so we may discuss the particulars. I promise I am quite discreet-

[There's a loud, somewhat unpleasant squwacks from just offcamera. Zevran sighs and mutters under his breath in Antivan, reaching behind him to lift up an ungainly lump of grey down and flailing limbs. The little raven screeches once he rolls about Zevran's palm, nipping at his fingers.]

This little uccello's name is Savio. He is not much to look at, I know, but he's a clever thing for a mass of feathers and talons. Perhaps in another month he will be more handsome, yes?

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Hmm. I suppose I shall have to try it on then.

I suppose you shall.

Indeed. Where shall I find you then? And when would be a good time?

[Oh no. The last thing he wished is for her to know where he lived. Best to find a middle ground.]

This evening, I can bring it with me to Good Spirits.

[Oh Zev, she's not that bad. At least she's not that interested in visiting you at home.]

Sounds good to me. I'll see you then.

[And come evening, she'll be waiting at Good Spirits. Perhaps she'll even be working there while she waits.]

[He is, if nothing else, quite prompt as he settles in some time later with the coat in question wrapped for delivery. At worst it may be too large, but he had not been thinking of anyone in particular when he'd made it. He'd only been experimenting with different stitching and zippers. To tide him over he orders a glass of wine and flips through a book of sketches, practicing patterns for embossing.]

[The order is passed on to Karla, who offers to deliver it to him, since she's been expecting him anyway. So she brings over the glass of wine and sets it down on the table.]

Good evening, Zevran.

Good evening...

[While normally fairly skilled with names and faces he cannot, for the life of him, place this lady. Strange.]

As promised, the coat. [He offers the wrapped parcel with an appraising eye for her figure, trying to sort out if it would fit or not. It should.]

Ah, thank you.

[Taking the parcel, she unwraps it to reveal the coat within. She pulls it out and studies it for a moment before trying it on. She reaches behind her head and flips out her long black hair from underneath the coat, pausing to determine the feel on her. It's not quite skin-tight, but it fits well enough. Karla rolls her shoulders and then moves her arms about to test the ease of movement.]

Not bad. I like it.

Consider it yours.

[Not a bad fit at all. Not perfectly tailored as some of his other projects, but servicable enough.]

Thank you.

[Suddenly she wonders if she's even introduced herself. Then she recalls that in their last encounter, Zev stated that he wasn't interested in asking for her name. But Karla decides that she can't keep going like this without a proper introduction.]

...I haven't even introduced myself, have I? I'm Karla.

That is good to know.

[He doesn't offer his name, or his hand, content to sit back and sip on his whine- he has seen this woman before, hasn't he?

Ah yes, when he first arrived.]

Well, I suppose I should get back to work...oh, there is one more thing!

[She quickly jogs into the back room for a moment, and then returns with a full bottle of the wine Zevran had ordered.]

Take this as payment.

[Despite the fact that there's no money, many people seemed fond of requesting payment for their favors or services. This is all she has to offer.]

...if you insist. [He says with a shrug, setting the bottle on the table. Perhaps he can prepare something light and easy with it for dinner tonight with his boys.]

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