[ Thentavva is threading (ha) through the crowd with practiced ease, suggesting sizes and directing confused-looking families to the right corner of the shoebox (double ha)-sized store with quiet authority. It would be impressive if the prices of the footwear didn't feel so exorbitant. Oh well.
Iorveth slips the second boot on, and gets up. (Considers just walking out with them on, but figures that there must be some sort of safeguard against that.) A beat, and he bends down to pick up the crocs sitting sadly on the floor. ]
I wonder if the old woman in Athkatla would want them.
[ How wild would that be. ]
Are you buying anything for yourself? [ Idly thinking about the long boots again. Sue him, he's a red-blooded male. ]
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Iorveth slips the second boot on, and gets up. (Considers just walking out with them on, but figures that there must be some sort of safeguard against that.) A beat, and he bends down to pick up the crocs sitting sadly on the floor. ]
I wonder if the old woman in Athkatla would want them.
[ How wild would that be. ]
Are you buying anything for yourself? [ Idly thinking about the long boots again. Sue him, he's a red-blooded male. ]