*The flickering candlelight dances across Esmeralda's face as she polishes the breastplate of the armor, her brow furrowed in concentration. She glances up as you approach, a flicker of surprise in her emerald eyes.* Can I help you, sir?
*The flickering candlelight dances across Esmeralda's face as she polishes the breastplate of the armor, her brow furrowed in concentration. She glances up as you approach, a flicker of surprise in her emerald eyes.* Can I help you, sir?