Illuminated regrets

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa approaches the woman.

"Hello! I was referred here by another shop owner and told to ask for Mabarne."

[Anastasia]

The woman looks up - all pleasant curves, royal purple clothes cut stylishly and a ready smile. "You're speaking to her. What do you need?"

[Iron Dragoon]

"Cen said to say he sent us. We're looking for something specific: a diamond with platinum accents."

[Anastasia]

Ianvasah frowns and...

What languages do you speak?

[Iron Dragoon]

Languages: Common, Draconic, Celestial, Abyssal, Elven, Sylvan, Halfling, Infernal, Dwarven, Aquan, Auran, Ignan, Terran.

That said, Bibliotheca is active, which specifies that it gives the ability to speak/read all languages.

[Anastasia]

"Sibling?" Ianvasah asks in a strange language you don't know offhand, but you understand thanks to your magic.

"...?" A curious look from Mabarne, "What was that?"

Ianvasah shakes her head, "Nothing, mistaken identity. You are not of my kind."

[Iron Dragoon]

"I'm a bit confused, to be honest. Cen told us you were a him?"

[Anastasia]

With a rich laugh, "Aaah." Lowering her voice, "It's no great secret. Many find it harder to resist a beautiful woman's alluring smiles than a man's smooth words. I make more money as a woman, and it is easily done with magic."

"Perhaps I was not as mistaken as I thought," Ianvasah admits, "That is an enlightened attitude for a...?"

"Mutt," Mabarne waves her hand, "Some elf, a splash of celestial, a hint of cansin, mix in some sahuagin - a mutt of the planes. We are all equal once magic becomes ours." A casual wave of her hand, a colorful array of lights and sparks coming from her fingers - a simple cantrip. The lights and sparks slowly fizzle away after, a pretty show if nothing else. "What is skin but another set of clothes we wear?" A shift, becoming a tall man - well over seven feet tall, looming with black hair. He now wears a rich noble's outfit with cape and hose, ears pointed like an elf and eyes strange, a thin film of webbing over them.

"Do you prefer this form?"

A blink, and before you is a dour dwarf, clad in mail and arms crossed. "Or something grumpier and more concerned about the bones of the earth?"

Another shift, this time a rather plain looking man. "Or the inoffensive and meek special?"

[Iron Dragoon]

"My preference is truth. Though a good adventure leading to it isn't amiss either."

[Anastasia]

Clapping his hands together, "Or something close enough - but did you come here to discuss magical ethics or to do business?"

[Iron Dragoon]

"Diamonds and platinum, yes."

[Anastasia]

"Any in particular," Is the question you get right back.

[Iron Dragoon]

"One that is, or can be, made into a representation of an eye, and decorated with platinum accents."

[Anastasia]

"How big?" Is the answer you get back after that.

[Iron Dragoon]

"A small one. Not tiny, but not overly large."

Tinsel didn't give any guidance other than 'small'.