<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">Vice only tilted her head at the witch oddly when she hopped down, and began rummaging through everything, just placing stuff in her pack without even knowing what it is, while fact was she had money for about one of them, not all. He face palmed for a moment, looking at her and just watching if she was serious or not, but after a little while he let a sigh escape him, and he walked up behind, placing his hand on her shoulder and patting it lightly. âYou have no idea what your putting in there, do you?â He eyed her for a moment, with a more playful, inquisitive smirk rather than a degrading one. Finally he took her pack from her, and turned to the counter to dump everything she stuffed in there on it. He then turned to her once more, and brushed a hair from her face as it fell into her eye, tilting his head abit. âSo, your going to need to describe to me what your grandmotherâs condition is, the money you have only buys one of these so you need to be conservative, you canât justâ¦dump everything in your pack, it doesnât work like that here.â <br/>
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He sounded a little snobbish, maybe, but still kind in his tone, only wanting to help. He knew stray eyes stalked them, stalked herâ¦the disgusting filth that sat behind them were looking at her like an object, a plaything they can use for whatever they desire, and yet once again his protective nature over the witchâ¦the girlâ¦took over him, and he grabbed the hilt of his dagger just in case, talking to her but setting his eyes on the men behind her. âAnd you better make it quickâ¦if you donât want heads flying off, and blood squirting everywhere.â<br/>
He had a more serious look on his face all of a sudden, the place creeped him out, irked him to a point where he couldn't stand the smell of it, just wanting to take her and get out of here. This day was not going his way, and now he had a witch on his hands that he couldn't kill, something that offered him absoloutley no problem in the past.</span>