( A name that nearly sees the charcoal piece slipped of his hand, lead-like, easy. He reaches for water again, sips in measured increments, while this pretty fool of a boy presents his gifts. )
And now you're making me gifts. You must want something.
( His mouth breaks in a nasty scowl, soured. ) Look cheap. Like the trinkets they make in Sa-Hareth. Three for a gold piece. Can't hear a thing with'em. You paid much? Get your coin back.
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Matthias... he was always... that's...
( A name that nearly sees the charcoal piece slipped of his hand, lead-like, easy. He reaches for water again, sips in measured increments, while this pretty fool of a boy presents his gifts. )
And now you're making me gifts. You must want something.
( His mouth breaks in a nasty scowl, soured. ) Look cheap. Like the trinkets they make in Sa-Hareth. Three for a gold piece. Can't hear a thing with'em. You paid much? Get your coin back.