Robert's green eyes sought the source of extravagant and eye-watering scents. His childhood had been marked by dried meats, and the cool promise of spice amid the port lifted his senses and prompted his utmost curiosity. He began to wander for the bazaar, with each of its bizarre colors confounding his innate stoicism.
Suddenly, he had been incurred upon, and Robert stopped to behold the gentlemen with a guarded scowl. He did not dare reach for the worn hilt at his hip, but listened instead to the greetings. As his voice croaked forth, it was sponsored by an accent too thick for local birth.
"No such thing. I am a man with fewer and scarcer needs than all that."
Robert began to march past, only to halt aside the stranger and appraise him once more.
"Perhaps I am callous. I am newly arrived, and I would require lodging for a night or more. If you would direct me to the nearest refuge, I would remember the deed fondly."
With that, Robert's lips turned in a careful smirk, as he inspected and awaited of the stranger.
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