Collision Course [Erinia Silversong]

[Ronan]

((OOC) - No worries Erinia! RL is tough sometimes, I know that )

As the blind woman raised the stakes, Ronan gripped the turtle amulet in rage. Seven miza's... seven!? Well he'd show her. He'd show her good and proper. "Eight," he said sharply. Her dog seemed to bristle - he almost understood the common tongue. It seemed this woman was just as eager as him to get this trinket. He stared sternly at the merchant, smirking to himself at two customers cranking up the prices for his product. It was more than likely that the merchant had no idea of the worth of the antique. He was just happy to have more than one customer. Endrykas was a big place - it was easy to get lost in the crowd. "Eight miza's," he repeated, pulling the coins from his pouch.

[Erinia Silversong]

[[OOC- Thanks for understanding. ]]

Who did this man think he was?! How dare he try and wisk this away from her! "Ten," Erin hissed at the men. "I will have this.'' She meant exactly that; she would not back down now. This was no longer just about some trinket at the market, but about proving something. On another account, this man was quite lucky. Lucky that Erin wasn't in one of her 'moods.' Today she was nuetral; not too eager to start a fight, yet not too docile-feeling. Any other day, she might have to had been pulled off this man before her rage was too great. She was just that angered by him.

[Ronan]

Ten!? Ten Gold Miza's!? She was pushing it. This blind woman had either taken a pang of competition much too far, or she had more money than sense. He doubted she'd know the places and people to sell this trinket too. "Twelve," Ronan said, before turning to the woman, "you can give this charade up. You're not going to win." The turtle is mine, he thought. His hand gripped around the antique. A flame had been ignited inside him, and only victory would douse the growing inferno.

[Erinia Silversong]

This man was insane if he thought she was going to give up. Just twelve measily mizas and he thinks that she would back down? Ha! Never. "Fourteen," Erinia growled "And you are dilusional if you think that you are walking away with this."

[Ronan]

"D...delusional!?" he stuttered. "You are something else..." The merchant was positively grinning, smile touching either side of his face. He had probably never witnessed such fierce haggling in the moving city of Endrykas. The woman's expression didn't even change. Her damned dog sat loyally by her side, and her expression was as honest as could be. Whether he liked it or not, she didn't seem ready to budge. Then I'll make you budge... "Twenty miza's," he growled, slamming his free fist down on the market stall.

[Erinia Silversong]

Erin had to laugh a little; this man actually thinks he's something else! Petting her furry companion on the head, she sighed. Erin sighed again, just before she turned toward him slightly. "Sir, I don't think you heard me." Her palm collided with the market table with a audible slam."I will not let this go. No amount of mizas is too high." She could just imagine the look on the merchant's face- a mix of joy and greed, she was sure."Twenty-five mizas."

[Ronan]

Ronan was just about ready to explode with anger. No amount was too much? Then this went far beyond profit for the blind woman... He slowed himself down, realising if he let himself be pulled into this war of words, he'd end up paying too much - and the trinket would be worthless to him. Though she could not see, she faced him and the turtle, as if ready to snatch it from his grasp. His hand tightened around the cool, amber antique. "Why are you doing this," he asked, voice softening as he spoke. "You're going to end up paying over the odds, but why? Why is it so important to you?" The merchant slumped. His lucky day was coming to an abrupt halt...

[Erinia Silversong]

Erin was tempted to respond with an "Honestly?", but she knew that whatever answer she gave to this stranger would not be truthful. Instead, Erin smirked and leaned in towards his voice a little bit more. "Just to anger and annoy you"Erinia's smirk slyly grew into a grin. In a way, she wasn't lying. It was entertianing annoying this man. It wasn't her prime reason, though.

[Ronan]

His eyes widened, and his eyebrows rose half way up his forehead. This woman was certainly not crippled by her disability. She had all the gall of a syliran alley cat. "Then you're messing with the wrong man," he replied softly. "If you don't really want the trinket, leave." He stared at her, awaiting a response. He wasn't sure if she had been completely honest. There had to be more to it... there had to be.

[Erinia Silversong]

"I disagree," Erin muttered. He was as good a person as any to mess worth, if not better. Much louder than before, she responded. It was definately not what this man wanted to hear, but she boldy told him anyhow. "Twenty-two mizas." Pampsus shot a puff of air into the warm, Drykas market atmosphere. His long, rope-like tail beat the ground twice in, or so it seemed, approval.