Thwang looked down at the little girl, scrutinizing her. "Oh, so you're a prostitute." He said as he snapped his fingers then turned his head in thought. "I don't really know the laws on prostitution here, so I don't know if selling yourself for apples is legal." He smiles at her now that he no longer thinks she is a thief. "Anyway, you should consider changing you're prices. I'm pretty sure people would be will to pay you more than a few apples."  He steps out from behind her and lets he go about her way.<br/><br/>Then a elf with a strange accent started talking to him. She must have been from a rural area. "No, we can't meet with the priest yet. The fountain of silver tears needs to be prepared first." Whatever that meant. He shrugged his shoulders and continued to wait around with the group that just seemingly amassed around him. Leaving the conversation now would be rude. He would need to wait, and make small talk for an appropriate amount of time, before he could ditch these strangers.