"Kidnapped..." Lup taps her chin with her finger for a moment, considering the weight of that word. She's done the universe-hopping thing plenty. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt. It wasn't quite the same as this, though. The metaphorical shoe does seem to fit here.

She takes it in stride, same as she does everything else.

"No, probably not. I am going to have to figure out something for my hair though."

If anyone in Solvunn has heard of conditioner she'd be shocked.

The shopkeep couldn't look any redder than if Lup had set her head on fire. She raises her eyebrows. "I think we've overstayed our welcome here. You just window shopping or are you looking for a specific brand of bullshit?"

Looks like you've got a shopping buddy...?