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Mitzi might be heard before she's seen, rattling the handle of a not-usually-used door. "I wonder where this--" And then she's through, and blinking at the Sign (unkillable demonspawn that it is). "--goes. Who put that ugly thing up?"
As good a question as that is, she has more important things on her mind. Putting on a pretty smile, Mitzi turns to the assembled. "Since you all seem to be in the business of giving advice, how would you go about bringing new business to enterprises that cannot be, ehm, publicly advertised?"
She continues, glancing down at the bottle of Gavan brandy in her hand. "And on a related note, how much should you worry when one of your employees starts bringing in more and better merchandise than he's been able to manage for quite a while? Should you worry more when much of it can't be identified and some of it glows?"
((Withdrawing for a well-earned rest; never fear, Mitzi shall return soon.))
As good a question as that is, she has more important things on her mind. Putting on a pretty smile, Mitzi turns to the assembled. "Since you all seem to be in the business of giving advice, how would you go about bringing new business to enterprises that cannot be, ehm, publicly advertised?"
She continues, glancing down at the bottle of Gavan brandy in her hand. "And on a related note, how much should you worry when one of your employees starts bringing in more and better merchandise than he's been able to manage for quite a while? Should you worry more when much of it can't be identified and some of it glows?"
((Withdrawing for a well-earned rest; never fear, Mitzi shall return soon.))