**Eirik looks visibly annoyed, so he tries to mask his frustration with the gentleman and push forward.
"Not much of a talker are you? Well I can sense you have places to be, things to do, so tell me stranger, what drives you so quickly on?"
Sighing due to the futility of his actions, "If ya really must know, I am 'ere in the city to become inspired by the monuments. Buildin' is my passion ya see?"*
"Ah, such a strange sight then... a dwarf who wants to reach the heavens with his creations!"
**Sensing the man's almost cynical tone, Eirik gives him a perplexed glare, attempting to intimidate the man.
"Nothing wrong with that of course!" The man quickly adds to avoid making Eirik more angry, since the scar on his face seems to be menacing on its own.*
"Might I ask you your name sir?"
"Eirik"
"An uncommon name around here, to be sure. What about the scar on..."
"Eirik Scareye... The scar is a mistake from a bygone time."
"I see... Well Mr. Scareye, I am a mere merchant here, selling my wares. Come find me if you want to browse or purchase anything!"
**Eirik's glance says what his lack of words cannot, he is certainly not coming back.
**The merchant awkwardly smiles to break the tension.
**Eirik walks away, chuckling about the merchant he was sure was trying to sell him some unnecessary knick-knack. City dwellers always amused Eirik growing up with their strange obsessions.
**Eirik shoots one last confused and hurried look at the gentleman.
"Goodbye sir! Enjoy your time in the city!"
**Eirik says nothing, awkwardly leaving the bazaar... for now
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