The boy would stare at the man, looking at him with glaring purple eyes. "Don't talk to me." He would respond quietly, walking past, with his hands in his pant pockets. The man would follow Haywood, "Sir you didn't answer my question, ha. . ." The man was rather shocked at the rudeness of Haywood. The boy would stop, turning, before tackling the man to the ground, raising a small blade, "I said don't talk to me. Do you know what that means?" He would ask. People would gather around them as the suited man began to sweat, "I-i . . ." He would stutter, "Maybe i should just shut you up. " Haywood would say forcibly opening the mans mouth, lowering the knife towards his tongue, before stopping. Haywood would lower his head, before whispering, "Don't talk to people you don't know, they don't want to talk to you." He would respond before standing, and leaving, before knights could come. Haywood would reboard his ship, sitting down in the dimly lit room in the back, before sitting in silence, closing his eyes, as the ship would begin to move. He had wanted to buy supplies, but his anger overcame him, why must people like that exist.
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