<div class="floatright">(http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j266/der_kluge/cyn.jpg)</div>Name: Jin<br/>Location: The inn<br/>Tagging: Bookseller<br/><br/>Jin's eyebrows first dipped in puzzlement, and then rose in amusement. He stared dumbfounded at the man and his accusations. Could the man really be implying what he thought he was? Did he truly think that he had come to destroy the settlement, to undo the hard work that everyone had done to keep the place alive and kicking? It was boggling to the man, especially with the rudeness with which the accusation had been given. The bookseller knew him not at all, and more than that, did not even know what faith he followed. To call someone out just because of sneaking suspicions was laughable, as was the thought that someone who followed a left-handed path would let themselves be known after a simple question and accusation.<br/><br/>A soft sigh escaped his lips, inaudible beneath the murmur of the crowd. It was going to be difficult to reconcile the crowd's impression of him after the bookseller's words, and probably even moreso to impress upon the man the fact that he was not here to act with any sort of insidious intentions. Still, an effort had to be made; he had never had a way with words that others did, and often his words seemed to backfire on him. Moving slowly, the lack of aggression in his movements obvious despite the breastplate that adorned his wide chest and the symbol embalzoned upon it of a clenched fist ringed with a broken chain, he rose from his seat and neared the bookseller, giving Calathes room while focusing on the other man.<br/><br/>"Look over your wares?" he asks, his voice carrying despite the din in the room. "I'm a firm believer in the right-handed path--there is little to be gained for the greater good or to free people from their shackles for those bent upon destroying most things. That said, I may know as much of many of your books as you do," he softens the words with a smile. The man would probably take it for arrogance, words spoken to pretend at greater knowledge than he actually had, meant simply to impress and do no more. As though to ask for permission with raised eyebrows, Jin paused for a moment before fishing a book at random from the amongst the scrolls and other written materials the bookseller had.<br/><br/>"Ah, Van Richten's Guide to the Walking Dead," he mused, remembering the book from the dozens, perhaps hundreds he had been forced to digest while studying at the monastery while preparing for his most sacred duty. "Very informative, if a little personal at times. I always felt that his description of the hungry dead was very apt and made sense, marred only by his personal tales to illustrate points to those who were unable to grasp the true depravities to which the hungry dead may stoop to sate their... hunger." He glanced up at the bookseller, replacing the book in its place before and raising an eyebrow as though to ask if he had passed some sort of test.