“There’s a fine sword. A rarity indeed. How much for this?”
(Market Price is 200 silvers [2 golds], cost of making is 3 silver.)
“Communicate with others? If I may point this out, but haven’t we’ve gotten enough communication from being together for so long?”
“Huh. You say that, Lyn barely speaks to me, even now.”
Gavin adjusts his tunic slightly.
“MMMM?” She turns onto Gavin, before she points to her mouth and his face, before putting her two hands together, and separates them in a typical “break”
“Say one more thing and by my sealed mouth I will break you!” (Silent btw is the meaning)
“Ohoho! Maybe you try to join the conversation and see what will happen. I think even you can do that.”
“Damnnn, that’s harsh, cmon now, I will provide my services as a mercenary, for one full day, and in exchange I’ll get that sword, what cha say?”
"…Well there’s no point now, you’ve already turned your back to me.
Gavin points at Lyn.
“…And short stack over here’s making threats to me! No. No way. You enjoy your talk, I’m just going to listen.”
A man, with a chestplate partially covered with a white cloak, stands beside another man who enters the inn. A rigid posture and eyes grey as the steel he holded on both his hands.
Gavin makes a whole point of it to not respond, casually flicking his still-long hair and examining his nunchucks.
“The seal will last until she gets out of the forest. She needs common sense, as so do a lot of you. Etiquette is best learned through experience.”
“MMMMM?”
It’s pretty obvious Luna’s making snide remarks to the poor sealed foul-mouth.