Ardyn knows heās irritating the stranger ā he doesnāt care much to stop, but he doesnāt care enough to continue either. He should be thankful that he will not be wasting money today, not that he has that much of it, anyway.
āA businessman?ā he inquires, and puts the trinket back down on the table.Ā āAnd what do you sell?ā He considers the options, thinks about what sort of nefarious objects this man might have in his arsenal. He smiles again. Itās entertaining to think about.
āIf youāre interested in the jewelry, mayhaps we should look at it. After all, you seem to understand business practices more than I.ā
{ š } Ā ā āAll sorts of general things, yes,ā Nook sighs, a little calmer now as the man sets down the so-blatantly fake trinket. The clerk, thank goodness, merely glanced over, but went back to reading his newspaper without so much of a question. āHm, before I came here, I mostly sold houses.ā
Stepping away from the table, he looks about the stalls for the entrance stall, tucked away, despite its somewhat prominent position. Old and forgotten amongst the flashier ones, and cared for by a withering old lady, Nook gestures towards it, and namely, the jewels that sat on the counter top.
āHm, thatās the one, yes. The jewellery doesnāt look so obviously poor taste, and hm, the smaller stalls always have the more interestingĀ things.ā The quicker he could get away from the furtive clerk, the better, and what better way to do it than to hide by a clearly forgotten stall?
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