Khy withdrew his handful of Gil. When the cart-master turned around again, he spied the jacket... Then stuffed the Gil within a pocket on said jacket, ignoring the journal therein.
"Not going to eat your rations, either." He said in a low voice. "I'm from here. Was just taking a trip back home. Now I'm leaving."
The rain-soaked stranger didn't seem to have a clue what was going on until it was happening. The miqo'te was suddenly there, a cart wheel suddenly damaged, chocobos squawking and cargo flying.
He, too, made a jarring collision with the ground. His thin body smashed into the wood and he gave a quiet groan. The cart master was telling him to run. He scoffed. He was tired of running.
He pushed himself upright and faced the desperate, starved girl. "That's enough of that," he said. "If you want something, you'll take it from me. Leave this merchant be. You will regret it if you lay one hand on her. You don't know what I can do to you if you don't heed me."
Expressionless. He spoke in a dangerously calm tone. Given his physique , it was not likely he could do much in the way of harm... But something about the way he said it presented an idea of finality.
"Not going to eat your rations, either." He said in a low voice. "I'm from here. Was just taking a trip back home. Now I'm leaving."
The rain-soaked stranger didn't seem to have a clue what was going on until it was happening. The miqo'te was suddenly there, a cart wheel suddenly damaged, chocobos squawking and cargo flying.
He, too, made a jarring collision with the ground. His thin body smashed into the wood and he gave a quiet groan. The cart master was telling him to run. He scoffed. He was tired of running.
He pushed himself upright and faced the desperate, starved girl. "That's enough of that," he said. "If you want something, you'll take it from me. Leave this merchant be. You will regret it if you lay one hand on her. You don't know what I can do to you if you don't heed me."
Expressionless. He spoke in a dangerously calm tone. Given his physique , it was not likely he could do much in the way of harm... But something about the way he said it presented an idea of finality.
