[The Cobalt Clairvoyant] That Special Something (Open)

Ballad considered himself a social animal (though certainly not a butterfly, perish the thought). Being around others, conversing with them, becoming embroiled in the intimacy of conversation, none of it was foreign to him. However, that was the Midnight Cabaret, the Avant Garde, rubbing shoulders with those in his proverbial weight class. This, here... it was a bit out of place for him, even he had to admit. But, the Dragonfly Prince was not one so bullish as to completely write off the lives below his own, if it could promise something of value to him.

And indeed, there was value here. Even before he had planned this visit, he had heard a fair bit of this woman's establishment, and of the woman herself. Even if she was not the subject of Ballad's time here, she was certainly a curious individual to say the least. Places like this were few and far between in Buster City, and it was all the poorer for it. The spark of wonder had been fading in this dreary metropolis for quite some time now, and Ballad would be damned if he wasn't going to support the small businesses that helped keep his that dream alive. Seeing the store for himself only convinced Ballad that he was correct in his convictions on this matter; as he always was.

Ballads strode in with as little fanfare as he could muster. Even then, he as quite a sight to behold. He stood tall, nearly too tall for the ceiling of the Cobalt Clairvoyant. With his wings positioned downward, they offered a glimpse of the cosmic portrait for which he was known, trailing below his waist like a cape. He did not wear his attire from the Grand Oyster, but for anyone remotely familiar with the performing arts of Buster City, there was no mistaking who had come to visit. He glanced about the store briefly, taking stock of what was on display today before strolling up to Lysendra's desk. He moved leisurely, and not simply because he needed to, on account of his wings. People like Ballad knew to appreciate all things in life, least of all presentation.

"Lady Farsight, I am told that you are well-suited to assist clients with arcane predicaments, particularly in the procurement of such artifacts. Is this true?" He spoke with a bold accent, betraying his theatrical background from the very beginning. Ballad was not one to hide anything about himself, for any reason. He was an open sort, eager to present his best self, his only self, to those who would seek to see through him. His golden eyes beamed, and his ovoid head angled in a way that belied sincere interest in Lysendra's business. In spite of what may be thought of him, Ballad was nothing if not forthright.