The human form waivers into nothingness, revealing a figure of metallic design. The filigrees of mithril, silver, and gold that course through the construct's humanoid frame reflect the dull light of the room. Penance's almond eyes are now inorganic, though arcanely lucid. "I figured the brother of Zjar'taz would want to hear first of a unique weaponry fired in Sigil this evening; I can always return to Thuldanin and share my information with him if you wish to sleep instead."
OOC: What? Late?? Constructs don't sleep.
Diplomacy: 34 to draw him into the conversation
Penance:
As you open the door, a very elaborate chime rings very loudly. A few seconds later, Ferrisore's head pops down from a hole in the roof and regards his new customer.
"What could possibly bring a (whatever you are currently disgused as. Human, right?) to my shop at this hour of the night?" asks the rust dragon irately. He gives the impression he'd rather eat you than talk to you.
(OOC: It is pretty late now.)