At first, Solas resolved himself to simply ignoring it. And then, as time passed, and the argument only seemed to revolve, neither accelerating towards any kind of conclusion, nor indeed showing signs of ending in a fizzle. He sighs, only once, and quietly. Well, then. He'll just have to do it himself.
"If I may," He interrupts, turning to join the argument even without approaching, "You will find it much more prudent simply to give him what he wants."
The Vendor is a squat, hirsuit man with a round, ruddy face, weathered from long years standing over griddles, cookfires, and frying vats. He looks between them with a suspicious, gimlet air about him, like an old sailor testing the likelihood of an oncoming storm. He does not like what he sees: Solas standing straight-backed, aquiline and aloof, his manner and bearing one of polite annoyance, held far above such petty matters.
...and of course this other, who's stake in the proceedings was by now well-established.
'I give you half back,' He says, shoving the money at Bel unceremoniously, and gesturing at the meat-bun-on-a-stick that he had earlier sold him, 'Keep that, and you go. Take or leave it.'
Solas gestures at him as if to say and there you have it. Well, what'll it be? Take the deal or leave it?
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At first, Solas resolved himself to simply ignoring it. And then, as time passed, and the argument only seemed to revolve, neither accelerating towards any kind of conclusion, nor indeed showing signs of ending in a fizzle. He sighs, only once, and quietly. Well, then. He'll just have to do it himself.
"If I may," He interrupts, turning to join the argument even without approaching, "You will find it much more prudent simply to give him what he wants."
The Vendor is a squat, hirsuit man with a round, ruddy face, weathered from long years standing over griddles, cookfires, and frying vats. He looks between them with a suspicious, gimlet air about him, like an old sailor testing the likelihood of an oncoming storm. He does not like what he sees: Solas standing straight-backed, aquiline and aloof, his manner and bearing one of polite annoyance, held far above such petty matters.
...and of course this other, who's stake in the proceedings was by now well-established.
'I give you half back,' He says, shoving the money at Bel unceremoniously, and gesturing at the meat-bun-on-a-stick that he had earlier sold him, 'Keep that, and you go. Take or leave it.'
Solas gestures at him as if to say and there you have it. Well, what'll it be? Take the deal or leave it?