Borkul had found a particular merchant stand that was trying to sell rune powered underwater breathing masks. There had been times in Borkul's life that he needed to be underwater for longer then he could hold his breath so the prospect was definitely interesting. However the price this merchant was selling them for was outrageous. Before long Borkul was getting into a heated argument with the merchant, “I don't care if they are hand crafted! More then half of the shit that is sold here is either fake or meant as a one time use! And I am not paying that much for a one time use!!!” Borkul shouted, the merchant doing his best to persuade Borkul that his masks mouth masks were authentic and would work for at least forty uses.<br/><br/>“Prove it then! Take that mask right there, put it on, and show me it works more then once!” Borkul demanded looking around for something the merchant could use to submerge his face in. He was quick to grab a nearby bucket that a gnome was sitting on, pulling it from underneath the gnome before turning it and setting it on the display stand. The gnome coming to kick Borkul in the shin, only to be met with Borkul's boot to be sent flying above the crowd for a good ten or so feet. And before you knew it the barrel was filled with water and the merchant had his face submerged in it. Borkul standing there and waiting, more then ready to stand for the twenty minutes these masks were displayed to last for at a time.<br/><br/>It was in this first twenty minutes that Borkul would feel a sudden impact at his side. Planted firmly in place Borkul wouldn't even move an inch but whatever had rammed into him would fall back and onto the ground. It was probably that little gnome! Borkul turning even as his eyes stayed on the merchant with his face inside of that bucket. “I will fucking kick again you little- Oh. The hell?” Borkul asked as he looked down at this human that had started to mouth off but quickly stopped talking as he was looking up to him like he was some sort of freak or spectacle or whatever the hell he thought he was.<br/><br/>“You better not of tried to lift my gold...” Borkul stated as his hands patted the three pouches he had on his belt sighing softly before his eyes went back to the merchant... Who had within moments scooped up his days worth of gold and was high tailing it through the crowds. “SON OF A BITCH GET BACK HERE I KNEW YOU WERE A FUCKING LIAR!!!” Borkul shouted, the Half Orc bringing one of his boots up to kick over the merchant's stand before running after him. But this merchant definitely knew Nerys better then Borkul did and would easily lose him in the crowds and alleyways of this great mechanical city.