"He's a good patron. He brings us hunt and keeps us safe," he offers, an answer stronger to his own ear, now that the events of the evening have passed. He thinks — and it heats him to say, "He wouldn't approve of last night. He doesn't like that sort of thing. Any superstition."

The Beastmaster isn't one for the old ways, especially none so cruel, so beholden to hardship. He intends to speak again, but they've grown close enough to the stall again already, and his master seems eager to have him returned to his tasks.

Sheepishly, Dong-Yun speaks louder towards Anduin, so the elder jeweller might hear and be appeased for it, "Thank you, sir, for your trust. I understand you'll want word at home before agreeing the carriage. Now, what was the commission you meant to order today?"