Menewa&Valentine: A Visit
Closed Starter// @overtureofchaos Menewa
A nice couple had just exited the store and Valentine was all smiles as his chain purse was not that much heavier. Did they really need all those supplies–nope, but he’d be dammed if they didn’t fall for his song and dance hook, line, and sinker. Word had already spread that gold could be found on the untouched land which sent settlers flocking. It was something he doubted but still, he was willing to benefit from others misinformation and misfortune. Walking to the back of the store he tucked the small purse into a safe and went back to straightening the inventory. The smile never leaving his face. If people back at home could see him now they’d hardly believe the upward mobility he managed to obtain and the life he’d set up for himself here. Valentine Smith was more than the convict number tattooed across his forearm–he was someone here in the small up and coming port.
The small bell rang catching his attention but he kept on his task. There was no reason to look up. He could tell it was Menewa by the weight of the man’s step against the floorboards. The smile slowly faded a bit. While he’d always had the gift to swindle Menewa wasn’t one to believe in smoke and mirrors. Valentine figured this out early in their dealings and learned to adjust. There was little choice than to be as cordial as possible for he knew his livelihood here depended on it. Within feet, he finally looked up just as the other man cast a shadow over him, “What do I owe the pleasure?” Placing a forced smile across his features he folded his hands in front of him. Doubtful it was a social call– it more than likely had to do with business.
Leaning slightly he made a show of trying to peek behind the wall of the man before he asked, “No pelts today?”