[Suzerain of Sheol]

Taking a glance at the Charr's surface thoughts as he stammers out an apology, Tsaerri decides she doesn't want to do that ever again.

"It's... fine...? Yeah, you just, uh... go on, then."

To Eduardo, she adds after he leaves, "I think... it might be better not to ask. Just treat him like a force of nature and clean up the wreckage he leaves behind."

Is 'force of nature' offensive to Sylvari?

As she's pondering, the merchant returns, bearing a large, gift-wrapped box, which he hands to her.

"For you, ma'am, as ordered. An ensemble of the finest Assassin armor, six charges, six runes, twenty-six of our famous Black Lion Chest Keys -- we threw in an extra one for your generous order -- and one bottle of lavender-scented Elonian oil, a gratis.

"Wha-- but how did you know?"

The magical salesman merely winks knowingly. "We have our ways. Taking care of our customers is our number one priority."

And with that, he vanishes.

"Huh, and here I thought making trillions of gold was their number one priority... anyway, if you want to vacate, Ed, I need to get changed. Then we can get going. Thanks for the charity."

She almost considers hugging him, but for one thing, she's holding the package, and this is already awkward enough, she decides.