"A pleasure doing business with you, my good man," Julian says with a jaunty wave as they depart. The merchant gives him a dubious look, the look of man who isn't entirely sure he's happy with the outcome of his sale...but Julian pays it no mind. Strolls off beside Iramaat with a swift flourish of his dramatic dark coat.

"Oh course, my darling," he turns to her, flashes a roguish grin, "had quite a bit of experience with haggling, me. I hope the seller wasn't too put out, but one has to try one's luck, eh?"

They make their way through the crowded marketplace, Julian side-stepping fellow market-goers with far more ease and fluidity than someone of his height has any right to.

"And it does. Strange, really, seeing it in the flesh, as it were. Knowing that it really wasn't just a dream. Not that ah, not that there was much doubt about that, I suppose," he gives a one shouldered shrug, keeps moving, "and I'm alright. Adjusting. How about yourself?"