[In a word, few people walk away once he's through with them. And he makes sure to convey that to the troll as he turns back to him, features set and body language entirely confident in what he's saying.]
Answer the man's question.
[His tone is demanding, not about to take a 'no' for an answer, ready to make the troll talk if he refuses. Luckily, for them at least, the troll seems unwilling to deal with the man leaking darkness from his face or the vulpine figure with so little disregard for a "businessman's" well being. He throws his hands in the air and frustratedly tosses a bag of coins at their feet, muttering for them to just "take my hard earned gold" (a passive aggressive guilt trip that makes Shepard feel nothing but contempt) and leave him alone.
Shepard notes that the frustration is barely masking visible fear as the troll departs in a rush.
He makes his way over to the bag and tosses it lightly in his hands, trying to make a guess at how much might be inside, a smirk on his face as he returns his attention to the helpful young fox...guy.]
Feels like enough in here to split it even.
[Because Shepard isn't that much of an asshole, and readily acknowledges the damn good team up they made, no matter how spontaneous.]
no subject
[In a word, few people walk away once he's through with them. And he makes sure to convey that to the troll as he turns back to him, features set and body language entirely confident in what he's saying.]
Answer the man's question.
[His tone is demanding, not about to take a 'no' for an answer, ready to make the troll talk if he refuses. Luckily, for them at least, the troll seems unwilling to deal with the man leaking darkness from his face or the vulpine figure with so little disregard for a "businessman's" well being. He throws his hands in the air and frustratedly tosses a bag of coins at their feet, muttering for them to just "take my hard earned gold" (a passive aggressive guilt trip that makes Shepard feel nothing but contempt) and leave him alone.
Shepard notes that the frustration is barely masking visible fear as the troll departs in a rush.
He makes his way over to the bag and tosses it lightly in his hands, trying to make a guess at how much might be inside, a smirk on his face as he returns his attention to the helpful young fox...guy.]
Feels like enough in here to split it even.
[Because Shepard isn't that much of an asshole, and readily acknowledges the damn good team up they made, no matter how spontaneous.]