[Amal whirls about on his toes like he weighs nothing at all, wings folded behind him and almost blending in with his dancer's garb. He stands next to Nashu, but he's hardly towering-- only about 5'7", maybe a little shorter.]
Bald heads? What a twist!
[It's obviously not the... logical conclusion, but there's a mean streak inside him that wants to see this man-- who obviously wanted a taste of minky Miqo'te fur-- suffer for his crime. His lips curl in a roguish grin, certainly up to no good.]
Best of luck to you, my good sir. [The emphasis implies, of course, that he's anything but.] If you want to inspire confidence in a product, obviously you need to be using it yourself! What else do you peddle, I wonder?
[Amal raises his voice higher, carrying above the crowd. He is absolutely making a spectacle of this embarrassed con man as he starts picking up whack potions and inspecting them.]
Ah, are these yours? Hmm... Weight loss potions that make your food rot in your mouth! Perfumes that repel Monsters as well as everything else in the vicinity! Snake oil that turns you into a serpent yourself!
[This tattooed foreigner is thoroughly enjoying himself.]
How unique! How honest and helpful. This man has it all!
[The merchant looks like he wants to slip away, but Amal grips his arm and grins fangishly.]
Ah, but sir, you cannot leave so soon. The people clamor for a demonstration! Look at the little lady-- would you disappoint her? [He gestures to Nashu.]
so close and yet so far
Bald heads? What a twist!
[It's obviously not the... logical conclusion, but there's a mean streak inside him that wants to see this man-- who obviously wanted a taste of minky Miqo'te fur-- suffer for his crime. His lips curl in a roguish grin, certainly up to no good.]
Best of luck to you, my good sir. [The emphasis implies, of course, that he's anything but.] If you want to inspire confidence in a product, obviously you need to be using it yourself! What else do you peddle, I wonder?
[Amal raises his voice higher, carrying above the crowd. He is absolutely making a spectacle of this embarrassed con man as he starts picking up whack potions and inspecting them.]
Ah, are these yours? Hmm... Weight loss potions that make your food rot in your mouth! Perfumes that repel Monsters as well as everything else in the vicinity! Snake oil that turns you into a serpent yourself!
[This tattooed foreigner is thoroughly enjoying himself.]
How unique! How honest and helpful. This man has it all!
[The merchant looks like he wants to slip away, but Amal grips his arm and grins fangishly.]
Ah, but sir, you cannot leave so soon. The people clamor for a demonstration! Look at the little lady-- would you disappoint her? [He gestures to Nashu.]