N'klas just wanted to be gone and away. The encounter had shaken him, though he wasn't about to admit that to anyone (and especially not some stranger). But a hand gripped his arm and the boy stopped in his tracks, casting a scowl back at the meddlesome Miqo'te. But it wasn't until the crowd began to thin out that the scene progressed, and that suited N'klas just fine. He didn't want to create another commotion, especially not so soon after the last.
The other held out his hand, demanding an answer for the boy's terrible crime and N'klas couldn't hold back the ironic smirk playing on his lips. "All this trouble for some bread," he admitted, reaching into the pocket of the coat beneath the cloak and producing it. It was still warm and flaky and he tossed it towards the other without a word. "I don't know. Maybe they thought I robbed him of all his gil or something," he said with a shrug, crossing his arms. "Which I didn't." And it was so much trouble for some bread. The kid hadn't even been in this town all that long.
OOC: Slow posts for a while longer. My computer has a scorched processor and the repair place had to order parts, so it may be another week before I get it back.
The other held out his hand, demanding an answer for the boy's terrible crime and N'klas couldn't hold back the ironic smirk playing on his lips. "All this trouble for some bread," he admitted, reaching into the pocket of the coat beneath the cloak and producing it. It was still warm and flaky and he tossed it towards the other without a word. "I don't know. Maybe they thought I robbed him of all his gil or something," he said with a shrug, crossing his arms. "Which I didn't." And it was so much trouble for some bread. The kid hadn't even been in this town all that long.
OOC: Slow posts for a while longer. My computer has a scorched processor and the repair place had to order parts, so it may be another week before I get it back.
