He stands up, collecting his things, sweeping them into the pouches hanging from his belt. He picks up his sword, resting against the counter top, and returns to his back. He cradles the boots in one arm. Frowns at TF. Well, he'll just speak in Thalassian. Not like this man can understand him, regardless. ]
no subject
Think nothing of it. I insist.
[ Better that way. Safer.
He stands up, collecting his things, sweeping them into the pouches hanging from his belt. He picks up his sword, resting against the counter top, and returns to his back. He cradles the boots in one arm. Frowns at TF. Well, he'll just speak in Thalassian. Not like this man can understand him, regardless. ]
Al diel shala.
[ Safe travels. ]