"W-what do you mean… ouch?" Mirela, hearing his curiosity, became agitated and suddenly cut into the conversation, tense and protective, biting her lip as her body clenched in a quick, startled spasm. The words tumbled out in a rush before she could rein them in.
"Hahaha, young lady, easy; my intention is not hostile. I just wanted to ask, since I realized he is not a Velari, and I simply want to know what you really know about him," the Wanderer Merchant said sincerely. As he spoke, there was no hostility or ill intent in his manner or tone at all; his hands were open, his voice even, and he continued with the same unhurried calm.
"Sure, he looks like a Velari, but I am old enough to recognize every race I see. To be honest, it is the first time I am seeing a race with that aura and appearance, not only in the Outer Region, but also in the Midlands and even in the Central Region in all the years of my experience."
