Post by roland on Feb 2, 2012 18:08:49 GMT -5
"You want how much for this?"
Roland held a small 4 inch vial of clear fluid between his thumb and middle finger, giving the vendor a look of confusion and irritation. The vial in question was medicinal in use, although Roland was sure the vendor obtained such an item though shady dealings with local criminals. His bluish-green eyes looked at the vial then back at the vendor, placing the item back into a small velvet case that the vendor quickly closed in a suspicious manner. Sure, Roland had asked for the merchandise, but the small, gaunt man did not need his business being broadcasted across the shops with such hot items.
Crossing his arms, Roland looked somewhat intimidating. Having a medical background and being a brilliant combat medic, one would think he could have been some sort of bruiser in a previous life. Roland's sleeves being rolled up to about his elbow allowed for his forearms to ripple visibly; not enough for one to think he was some gym junkie, but enough. His clothes were unassuming--a loose-fitting dark blue shirt along with a pair of dark brown pants and matching boots--but whatever dark brown hair hung over the right side of his forehead darkened his features and made his thick stubble seem slightly more oppressing.
The vendor didn't seem like he was going to budge--in fact, it almost looked as though he was going to fold up his shop like a pop-up book and run away. Roland had been looking for an hour or two for such supplies and he didn't want to lose the only vendor that seemed to want to sell such items, but he didn't want to cave into the man's ridiculous prices. Internally, it felt like he stuggled for a moment or so with himself but realistically, it only took him a few seconds to come to the conclusion that he was going to have to bend over for this one.
"Da Shiong La Se La Ch’wohn Tian..."
Roland muttered under his breath, his arms uncrossing as his right hand dug into his pocket, latching onto a few pieces of monetary paper. He quickly looked at the bills, then at the vials, then at the vendor, then back at the bills again as he decided how many vials he would need. The vendor didn't seem too put off by the curse as his customer began flaunting bills that he would enjoy spending, cracking a smile as he held his hand out. Roland nearly slapped a few bills of paper as he drew out five of the vials from the case, placing them in the front compartment of what looked to be a horse satchel that he had hanging over his shoulder.
Roland's eyes were still fuming and locked on the vendor as he turned to walk away, nearly running a woman over with his broad frame.
Roland held a small 4 inch vial of clear fluid between his thumb and middle finger, giving the vendor a look of confusion and irritation. The vial in question was medicinal in use, although Roland was sure the vendor obtained such an item though shady dealings with local criminals. His bluish-green eyes looked at the vial then back at the vendor, placing the item back into a small velvet case that the vendor quickly closed in a suspicious manner. Sure, Roland had asked for the merchandise, but the small, gaunt man did not need his business being broadcasted across the shops with such hot items.
Crossing his arms, Roland looked somewhat intimidating. Having a medical background and being a brilliant combat medic, one would think he could have been some sort of bruiser in a previous life. Roland's sleeves being rolled up to about his elbow allowed for his forearms to ripple visibly; not enough for one to think he was some gym junkie, but enough. His clothes were unassuming--a loose-fitting dark blue shirt along with a pair of dark brown pants and matching boots--but whatever dark brown hair hung over the right side of his forehead darkened his features and made his thick stubble seem slightly more oppressing.
The vendor didn't seem like he was going to budge--in fact, it almost looked as though he was going to fold up his shop like a pop-up book and run away. Roland had been looking for an hour or two for such supplies and he didn't want to lose the only vendor that seemed to want to sell such items, but he didn't want to cave into the man's ridiculous prices. Internally, it felt like he stuggled for a moment or so with himself but realistically, it only took him a few seconds to come to the conclusion that he was going to have to bend over for this one.
"Da Shiong La Se La Ch’wohn Tian..."
Roland muttered under his breath, his arms uncrossing as his right hand dug into his pocket, latching onto a few pieces of monetary paper. He quickly looked at the bills, then at the vials, then at the vendor, then back at the bills again as he decided how many vials he would need. The vendor didn't seem too put off by the curse as his customer began flaunting bills that he would enjoy spending, cracking a smile as he held his hand out. Roland nearly slapped a few bills of paper as he drew out five of the vials from the case, placing them in the front compartment of what looked to be a horse satchel that he had hanging over his shoulder.
Roland's eyes were still fuming and locked on the vendor as he turned to walk away, nearly running a woman over with his broad frame.