"Get the fuck outta here with that bullshit!"

Sylvia waves her hand dismissively at a customer, chasing him out the door with a short blade she had been showing him. She spins around and begins stalking back up to the counter, shooting glares at the people looking her way. She stops in the middle of the shop.

"I better not hear anymore of this bullshit about my best smith! Zuiigri made those weapons for CAM! Not Leib Olmai! Don't be spreading stupid shit like that about a member of this guild! Get your facts straight people!" She huffs and stomps back behind the counter, returning the blade to it's display.

She mumbles and grumbles to herself about idiots and rumors.

She looks up at the eyes still on her. "The fuck you people staring at? You gonna buy something or not?!"

Some people turn and exit the AG, others return to browsing mumbling to each other in soft voices. Sylvia shakes her head and looks to the next customer. A courier. 

She quirks her eyebrow. "Hey, what's up?"

The courier leans across the counter and leans in to her ear, whispering. As she listens, her brow furrows and rage sparks in her eyes.

"SHIT! Fuck! Dammit all!" She curses and slaps a hand to her face. 

The courier steps back and waits. Eventually, Sylvia reaches into her pocket and withdraws a couple of gold pieces and passes them to the courier. 

"Thank you for the information."

The courier bows and exits the Artisan's Guild.

Sylvia sighs and then calls out over her shoulder. "Zuiigri! Ya here?"