Primo looked down onto the man, with a surprised look on his face.
He waited patiently for the man to finish, taking a hold of his purse as to not attract any thieves preying on a distracted man whose waist is so convenient for an act of petty thievery.
Primo mutterered to the man standing before him: "What brings me to the city is none of your business, little man. You're dressed in fancy rags, what is your trade?"
The gentleman, too scared of insulting the large man, responded: "I trade in coats and furs, boots, belts and pretty pelts. I will show you my bazaar, if you like."
"Aye, you could show me. Perhaps you could lead me to a good tavern as well" Primo proclaimed, satisfied with the results of this encounter.
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