The bell rang as Pantalone entered the beauty shop, taking in everything with his usual calculative grin. He’s been to this place many times, solely for the jewelry. There was other items for sale like makeup products, skincare, perfumes, anything that makes a person beautiful. He walked past those aisles and made his way to the jewelry section.

The jewelry glimmered brightly off the artificial light as they sat in their displays, itching to be tried on. A glove hand glided gingerly along the glass displays as he admired each piece, being able to see his own reflection in each excellently made craftsmanship. Hell, he had a hard time picking! And he was very decisive about what he wanted.

His perceptive eyes caught wind of movement from his peripheral and found you sitting at a desk. His curiosity piqued, he walked over and stood off to the side to watch whatever it is you’re working on. He saw the familiar glinting of a Cryo Vision hanging from your earring as you worked on a handmade ring.

The gem was being sculpted to look like a flower, the band pinched delicately between your index and thumb. Your eyes were concentrated on your craftsmanship, your tongue subconsciously peeking out in your concentration.

“That’s some lovely craftsmanship you have there.” The Harbinger complimented out of the blue, eyeing the work in progress in your fingertips.