[ It is not surprising that the salesman decided not to test his luck hawking to them, now. She's impressed, all the same. Would that she could command the same forbidding air, she thinks - though at least, for now, she does not have to. ]

To be expected anywhere, I suppose. [ Her attention shifts to the myriad stalls around them, stacked with everything from potions to woven charms and jars of gods know what. When she glances back to the man beside her, there's a wan sort of humour there. ]

I did not have to consider that some might actually be capable of doing something, before coming here.