Old Mistress Lomara
Appearance
Mistress Lomara is the embodiment of nervous energy. Her thin body appears to be made entirely out of tendons. Even when standing still she seems to almost quiver with suppressed energy. But she is rarely truly still...her eyes scan the room constantly, her hands are always in motion, she moves about the shop as if on a mission. And yet as she moves she periodically jerks to a violent stop, as if physically seized by a thought or an idea.
Questions
>ask Lomara about bees
Lomara shakes her head and says, "They're badly designed and terribly inefficient creatures. If I were in charge of creating bees, they would be significantly more productive and wouldn't waste their time flying around in other people's shops!"
>ask Lomara about captain
Lomara snorts and says, "Such a rude man! And terribly, terribly inefficient. He came calling here once, looking for what he called a 'contribution.' I turned him away, of course, and he's not set a foot in my shop since."
>ask Lomara about Collip
Lomara looks away. "The less said about that man, the better. He has no sense of decorum, no notion of diligence, no concept of firmness of purpose. He is a lollygagger, a fruitfly, a wastrel of the first order, a nincompoop. He doesn't bear a moment of consideration."
>ask Lomara about experiment
Lomara give you an irritated stare. "Yes, yes, I've conducted certain experiments in speculative magics. And no, they haven't always yielded the results I'd expected. But some of the rumors you might have heard are absolute and utter nonsense. Why, that man was hardly harmed at all. In fact, there are some who would consider the additional two fingers to be beneficial!"
>ask Lomara about smuggling
Lomara says, "Yes, yes, of course there are smugglers here. Let's not be silly. If you want to know more, go ask that buffoon across the lane."
Room Messaging
Lomara's right eyebrow begins to twitch uncontrollably. She rubs it violently. "I do wish that would stop," she says. "I suppose that's the price you pay when you try something new, but it's ever so irritating."
Lomara's right hand begins to twitch uncontrollably. She stares at it with fascination. "It does that, now and then. I've no idea why. I suppose it *could* have to do with that experiment."
Lomara's right leg begins to twitch uncontrollably. She slaps at it. "It doesn't hurt," she says. "It's just so very annoying! Sometimes speculative magics have unexpected results."
Lomara tenses as a bumblebee flies through a window. She focuses for a moment, then mutters an incantation. The bee explodes with a soft 'FTTT!' "Pests," Lomara mutters. "I don't know why people think they're industrious. They're *very* inefficient insects."
With a burst of nervous energy, Lomara bustles about the small shop. She cleans furiously for a moment, then gets distracted by something outside the window.