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[There are a lot of things that she wishes she could've done differently. Faking her own death hadn't been part of the plan, but the convenience of her sister blowing two people that looked so much like them to smithereens had been too much to pass up, even if she hadn't known about the plan until after the innocents were dead. A clean slate, no more police-state-enforced surveillance on her every move ... it was the perfect way to help.
She's still peddling things that she managed to take from the ImPort clinic so long ago - it's incredible what pushing armfuls of things into a magically expanded bag can do for your long-term inventory. She's managed to figure out a replication spell that produces objects at about fifty percent usability, which is better than nothing. A spot of gauze that runs the risk of disintegrating is still more useful for those two minutes that it works. Her face is tighter now, drawn with more lines -- and the doors to her shop are heavily guarded by magic. The door flashes high-tech scanners that are actually magically driven at the person who approaches, and when no triggers go off she simply flicks her wand at the lock. She doesn't look at who it is -- the people that come to her now are nobody that she knows.
Most of those people are dead. She's behind the counter rummaging for a bandage order she's shipping out by owl later today, but she speaks loudly anyway.]
Make it fast. I don't have a lot of time to screw around today.
She's still peddling things that she managed to take from the ImPort clinic so long ago - it's incredible what pushing armfuls of things into a magically expanded bag can do for your long-term inventory. She's managed to figure out a replication spell that produces objects at about fifty percent usability, which is better than nothing. A spot of gauze that runs the risk of disintegrating is still more useful for those two minutes that it works. Her face is tighter now, drawn with more lines -- and the doors to her shop are heavily guarded by magic. The door flashes high-tech scanners that are actually magically driven at the person who approaches, and when no triggers go off she simply flicks her wand at the lock. She doesn't look at who it is -- the people that come to her now are nobody that she knows.
Most of those people are dead. She's behind the counter rummaging for a bandage order she's shipping out by owl later today, but she speaks loudly anyway.]
Make it fast. I don't have a lot of time to screw around today.
