Blinking was her instinctive response. Next to her boss, Evan Wilkes, was an elf. Her boss was a mage, and there were very few circumstances in which a mage and an elf would be seen in public together. “Anessa, this is Leroc Alberthswitch. He is looking for some humanely obtained vixen hair.” She looked down at the powdered mint that she was measuring. “Just a moment.” Evan smiled. “I can find it.” She doubted it, but she didn’t want to embarrass him. She finished measuring the mint and sealed the bag. Evan had found the fox hair, and he was about to measure it out. She beckoned to him, and he handed her the container. She opened it and sniffed. “This is male. The female is on the shelf above it.” Evan closed the container. “What would I do without you?” She snorted. “You would label your products and freak people out.”
