Mistress Tosylle
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Mistress Tosylle is the proprietress of Mistsheen Annex, a perfumery in South Haven. Some of her dialog references the events during and right after the Solhaven Cataclysm.
Description
Unusually petite even for a sylph, Mistress Tosylle's diminutive size and delicate features give her the appearance of a woodland sprite or a mischievous child. The fine lines around her mouth and eyes belie the latter impression. Her gleaming flaxen hair is cut close to her scalp, and her slender physique is wrapped in silvery gauze that glimmers with cascades of emerald glints as light plays over it. She wears fine slippers with high heels that do little to increase her unimpressive height.
Ambients
"I hope that silly bard doesn't come in again asking for a kobold love potion again," says Tosylle, "I don't think he's quite right in the head." "My scented soap idea went up in smoke," says Tosylle. "Alas, not many people in South 'Haven bathe often enough to make my sales worthwhile. I'm afraid we've moved on to scented oils and crystals now." "As far as fragrances go," suggests Tosylle, "I usually wear something light and fresh for morning and afternoon, and then change to something a touch sweeter and more alluring for the evening. Wearing a scent that is too sweet or heavy earlier in the day usually sends the wrong kind of message to the wrong kind of people." "Fortunately, I was out of town when that whole mess happened with the tidal wave," Mistress Tosylle says, her eyes gone distant. "I nearly lost everything. It gave me a new perspective on what's important. "Scents, aromas and fragrances are so overlooked by people," laments Tosylle to no one in particular. "They can set moods, influence a person's expectations and convey many different things. They're amazingly powerful and useful." "My adoptive father's shop was in the Old Market," muses Tosylle. "I was never one for standing on tradition, though. When Saterin's pawnshop closed out, I snatched my old place up in a heartbeat. They tell me that when the town... came back--" She sounds uncomfortable. "--well, there was a great deal of structural damage. Lucky for me, I was finally able to reopen with some help from my new investors." She gets a lazy, satisfied smile at the last pronouncement. Armed with a soft white rag and a stool, Tosylle comes out from behind the counter and meticulously works her way along one wall of the shop -- taking down each crystal bottle in turn, wiping it off carefully, wiping off the shelf where it stood and then returning the bottle to its place. An alluring young woman draped in silvery fabrics sashays out of the back of the shop and offers Mistress Tosylle a steaming cup of spiced tea. Mistress Tosylle smiles at the woman's retreating back, saying, "They are good help, if a little strange. And Squalls himself... oh, that man is simply divine. Like something out of a fantasy."