Ritual - Tattoo Parlor and Reliquaries.

Saul unrolls one of the papers and looks at it briefly.

"Eh, It's a pretty simple design, so tomorrow should be fine. Only one of these papers is the tattoo design, by the way. I've just been working on several things lately."

Esré grins at the little scorpion, surprised but unbothered. 

"Oh of course, I understand sir. The consuming process is done now, not to worry. I shall have your boss back to work in short order as possible, but this part should not be rushed." 

Esré takes the bone tools from the box mentioned previously at gets to work on the design on Drakovan's back. She holds down the skin with one hand, using it to guide the bone needles as she prods the tool into his back repeatedly. (The process is not unlike this: www.youtube.com/watch?v=4pzkRkENmXE) She produces a little blood now and again, but seems mostly undeterred by the cold that Drakovan warned her about.

After a decent while Esré stands back and admires her work. "There.. I think you're done Drakovan. How was it? You seemed to take it very well." She brushes over the skin with a thick substance that cools and soothes then gets a wide mirror from the wall, showing the design on his back. When he's had a look Esré gently dresses the image and helps Drakovan up with his robe.

"I'm gladdened to know you're happy with the work my friend. Please, yes, join me again soon."

Esré walks with Drakovan out of the back room.

Drakovan takes a look at the work and nods, smiling. "Ah, fantastic! I suppose I should do as the little one says and be off. I'll return once more at a later date to get more work done, this is simply amazing. Thank you very much for your time Lady Esré, I haven't felt this good in ages."

(( Is it actually Saathe who's coming into the store or perhaps a mule? ))

Saul follows Esré through the velvet drapes, down the hallway, and into the room. As he looks around, he says, "Fancy place you got 'ere." He smiles, "Now, if this were my trade, I'd have called it The Tat Shack, but I don't suppose that'd be in your style."

When Esré gestures for him to sit in the chair, he does so. He starts to unroll one of the papers, saying, "Now, I've been working on a personal project lately, and I wanted to get a brand for my end-goal... 'ere." He holds up the paper, and it appears to be a blueprint for part of a ship. He sees it, and says, "Eh, that's not the right one. 'old on." He looks through a few other papers for a moment, then he unfurls another. The new paper has several sketches drawn across it, with all but one marked out. The remaining drawing appears to be a swirling eye with the words, 'Cyclone's Eye,' written below it. "This. I'd like to 'ave this across my chest."

((It's actually her coming into the store. 50 coins weigh a pound so 528 platinum pieces weigh 10.56 pounds or 4.78 kilograms))

The woman at the reception looks blankly at the little gnome woman as she plonks a bag of gold on the floor. 

"Well.. Considering you haven't stated what kind of 'magic' you want on your skin I'm not sure if that will or will not cover it, actually..." She sighs a little and walks around from behind the desk. "What is it our artist can help you with, Miss...?" 

She waits for a reply, looking for the young woman's name. Her expression is cool but not unkind.

Saul puts on a proud smile as Esré comments on the blueprints. "Aye, I'm becoming a shipbuilder. I've already got a few rowboats built, and once my new storefront and docks are finished with their construction, I'm 'oping I'll be getting some larger projects."

When Esré asks what Cyclone's Eye means, Saul responds, "Well, Captain Wolfgang McGregor, my Da, is the owner of a fine warship called, 'The Maelstrom.' When I started working on the schematics to one day construct my own warship, I needed a name. I thought that the name, 'Cyclone' would be a nice way to pay respect to his ship." Saul points at his missing eye. "I thought a little further, and realized I 'ad an opportunity for some cleverness in the title. And so I came up with 'The Cyclone's Eye.'"

With that, Saul leans forward and pulls his shirt off. As he does so, a few tattoos that he already had become known. Across the top of his back, in large lettering, is the word, 'SALTY.' On the back of his right arm, between two musical notes, is written, '♪Blows & Unkind Words♪' On the upper left side of his chest, crossing up and over his shoulder, is a set of scars that appear to be left from a large claw. They have not fully healed, but they appear to have been there long enough that he was likely a child when they were left.

Esré listens to Saul's explanation, nodding a little forlornly at the mention of Saul's respect for his father. Despite her moment of seriousness she starts laughing gently at the cleverness of the name when she makes the connection with Saul's eye.. or lack thereof.

She blushes a dusty pink color as Saul removes his clothing unexpectedly, but attempts to remain professional. Once she eyes the previous tattoos he has she takes on a curious fervor, getting up and walking over to get a better look. "Ah.. These look like they're good work. Professionally done?" She speaks to herself quietly.. "Yes.. good work, great lines.."

Esré stands back and looks over Saul's shoulder at the paper with his drawing on it again. It's managed to bunch itself up again so she places a little stone weight on either side to hold it open. She's standing in front of him now and looks at his chest, then back to the paper. "So.. you want this on the middle of your chest.. here?" Esré places her hand, open fingered in a circle on the middle of Saul's upper chest. She moves her head side to side, trying to place the tattoo in her mind. Waiting for Saul's reply she lifts a black piece of something off of the table.. It looks like a stick of some sort of chalk or charcoal.

The receptionist raises an eyebrow at the gnome woman's description. "Yes, I'm certain Esré can take care of that for you.. On your face? That would most likely take a few days of sessions, but it can certainly be done... Miss." The woman takes specific note that you failed to give your real name and has become somewhat suspicious, especially when you're asking for necromantic magics and using Necril as a language. She strains to pick up the currency and puts it behind the desk. You don't see what she's doing but you hear the little squeak of a hinge and a click of a lock.

"Please take a seat here. I'll tell Esré that you've arrived." She says coldly..then leaves the room, watching you through the side of her eye.

If you choose to take a seat behind you there is a long, thick leather chair behind you in a small enclave. On the walls all around you are small pictures and etchings in the stone walls, the window behind your head is stained glass with swirls of green-blue and purple distorting the color of the light.

After some time she returns and stands in the archway, ushering you to come along. You don't have to walk far before you're in the open doorway of a long room (the same that everyone comes to!) You see Esré sitting at the back of the room behind a table. She's working some strange looking materials..

"Hello there.. Please come forward, Joy." Esré speaks in a cool manner, to someone who is adept at sensing motive it would seem she is being cautious.

When you step towards her you see seemingly random small plants, precious stones and pigments laying in individual containers. Currently she is sitting with a smooth pestle type tool, pushing against a stone plate.. grinding down what looks to be some sort of sea shell. The shell when ground seems to produce a lilac colored powder. She continues to work and talks without looking up. 

"So, you're looking for a pallid crystal tattoo? That's an interesting piece of body art you would like. And on your face.. Almost like a mask." She looks up at you now. She has a glint in her eye, watching you.