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Khan of the Mardu
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The response was... nothing.
Every other sound in the shop was amplified by the distinct lack of it from Ven. The footsteps of the people on the street outside. One of them was trotting a horse somewhere, probably a messanger. The slight creak of the door as the midday breeze pushed against it. The faint sound of Ven's chewing as he stared. Mathias. Down.
Finally, he leaned over and spat the leaves into a bowl behind the counter, before he rolled his eyes back up to Mathias.
"No."
@The Myrmidion
((Diplo can be rolled, but heavily modified by how the conversation is going))
Mathias couldn't help but quietly gulp as the air around them was so quiet, that the noises outside were perfectly clear to him. Was this how elves and half-elves felt when sitting around, just listening? The quiet roar of everything outside the one-sided conversation was intimidating to say the least, and it almost felt as though Ven was using it as a means to try and scare Mathias off.
Suffice to say, it almost worked as his head drooped at the response that finally released him from the hell of hearing all of that, "Oh..." However, after a moment, his eyes raised up to meet Ven's stare once again, determination filling them, "Is because I'm a newcomer to Sandpoint, isn't it? Because I'm a tiefling? A bad influence in your mind?"
Suffice to say, it almost worked as his head drooped at the response that finally released him from the hell of hearing all of that, "Oh..." However, after a moment, his eyes raised up to meet Ven's stare once again, determination filling them, "Is because I'm a newcomer to Sandpoint, isn't it? Because I'm a tiefling? A bad influence in your mind?"