<strong>PC</strong>Brogan (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=683441)<br/><strong>Location</strong>Tavern<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Rossi/Any<br/><hr/>The cigar-maker's eyes rose to meet him, giving him a quick appraisal. He didn't have his armor on - but he was armed. Perhaps that's what she was worried about. Brogan hadn't seen any prohibitions about being armed, which was a good thing on an island that was rumored to be quite the dangerous place. As he and the other passengers had learned, just -getting- here was not exactly and easy task guaranteed with safety.<br/><br/>He came to a stop at her table, hooking his thumbs in his belt as he looked down at the cigars that she had finished, noting the slender, nearly bare thigh where a cigar mid-construction rested. She, herself, was smoking one of her own products. Perhaps it was an advertisement, or a way to show others that her product was good enough even for the salesman to smoke.<br/><br/>She observed that he was new here. That wouldn't be a difficult deduction if she was a regular here, of course. He simply nodded silently, his nostrils flaring slightly as he took in the cinnamon-cocoa scent of her smoke. Good flavor, relaxing. These should do the trick just fine.<br/><br/>The seller explained that these leaves were dried for forty days, which caused Brogan to raise a brow, whether in surprise or doubt was not clear. She gestured him to examine one, and his eyes left hers long enough to glance down at the small pile she had apparently completed. They looked very professional, assembled by someone who obviously had skill in the craft. When she stated the price, though, his eyes shot back up to meet hers.<strong>"A silver -<em>each</em>-?"</strong>he asked, his voice hinting at a bit of surprise, though not outright outrage.<br/><br/>She offered him to take a sample, and he nodded, accepting the partially smoked stogie from her. He raised it up to his nose, turning it sideways to inhale the scent of the leaves directly. Nodding in satisfaction, he placed it in his mouth and inhaled a short, cautious breath. As he did so, he glanced around the common room at the crowd gathered around them.<br/><br/>Strangely, there was more than one set of eyes on him. More than one person shook their head in his direction, as if offering a look of pity. But more eyes looked upon him with a bit of malice - or jealousy, if he were to place a wager. Past or current lovers? Secret or not-so-secret admirers of the comely cigar-lass? It was difficult to say, though a look at the seller did not discount the distinct possibility based on her somewhat exotic look and pleasant build. Brogan (along with his stomach) was in no mood for games or mischief at this time, though, as he turned his attention back to her.<br/><br/>Slowly, he let the inhaled smoke exit his lungs and mouth, savoring the flavor. Just as slowly he nodded, then offered the remainder of the unsmoked cigar back to her.<br/><strong><br/>"A nice mix, cocoa and cinnamon,"</strong>he nodded.<strong>"A little sharp on the aftertaste, but not unpleasantly so,"</strong>he added.<strong>"I'll take six... for five silver?"</strong>he offered, already reaching into his coin-purse that he held protectively in his hand. He didn't know if she'd accept a 'bulk discount', or if she allowed bartering or not. If she refused, he'd shrug and still fish out six silver regardless, his feelings not hurt in the least.