<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF8000"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Micheal</span></span></span></span></div><br/><br/>An exasperated sigh left Micheal as his body seemed to relax, '<span style="font-style: italic">I need to calm down I am letting my impulses get to me. The damned beast probably knows about as much about the trouble it could cause with such threats as an over grown puppy.</span>' With thoughts swirling through his mind Micheal moved out of the prepared stance he had found himself in moving his left hand back to once again rest lazily on the hilt of his sword rather than pushing the sheath forward as he had. Latching onto the conflict between the two merchants as a way to move away from the situation with the dragon he spoke almost offhandedly, "Honestly I don't see the problem. If you want to be guaranteed a spot so close to the castle maybe you should arrive earlier or I don't know buy yourself a booth rather than harassing other merchants over such childish matters like loosing a favored spot due to your own tardiness." The subtle glare he sent toward the women punctuated his point rather well he thought.