There was no interesting information at the docks, which was frankly a surprise to him, considering how sailors never shut the fuck up about much of anything interesting. And given the recent oracle deaths, he'd been hoping to hear more news from Katakarthia, since Feaya's oracle was the latest victim. It made Rah wonder, who would be next? He'd have to reach out to the other branches to get news, it seemed. What a pain.
As he walked through the market, a bustle in the crowd caught his attention. Looming closer, clad in black and looking like a generally unsavory fellow, he fit right in among the men who seemed to be taking stock of the mermaid in a tank. An incredibly small tank. His idiocy was comical, that poor mermaid didn't have much room to move, let alone breathe!
Oh, that greasy human was a clever bastard.
With less than subtle mental persuasion, the crowd around them thinned as the kitsune positioned hmself to be looking at something other than the poor mermaid in the jar. His sideways glance cauht the seller's attention, and his dark eye's met the merchant's.
"You seem like a man with exquisite tastes!" cried the man, taking note of Rah's attire--particularly his boots. With a gesture to the mermaid, he gave Rah a dark grin, beckoning him closer to inspect his...wares.
And Rah obliged, stepped closer to look at her with an appraising eye, his expression all but unreadable. Her condition made his blood boil. As much as he hated his siren mother, Rah would never wish such a fate on anyone. The cogs in his head began turning as he formed a plan. Gently setting his fingers against the glass, he gave the trapped woman a look that she'd hopefully understand as being one of sympathy before turning back to the man vying for his attention.
"She's a true beauty! Just look at those scales! And such a beauty can always come in handy in other ways, as I'm sure a man like you can understand." He gave Rah a nudge, and it took all of his strength not to cut his hand off then and there.
"Yes," he replied. "How much are you selling her for?"
"Well, you can't put a price on such a rare and valuable--"
Rah advanced on the man. It was such a slow, casual affair that the merchant never even saw it coming as Rah plunged a knife between his ribs. "You won't scream. You won't say a thing. You're going to lean on your cart and die slowly, you miserable, pathetic wretch of a man," he hissed. And the merchant did as he was told. Removing the knife and wiping it off on the merchant's cloak, he stashed the blade and walked to the mermaid's tank.
He climbed up onto the table and extended a hand to her. "C'mon, I'm gonna get you out of there. It's probably hard to breathe in there."
As he walked through the market, a bustle in the crowd caught his attention. Looming closer, clad in black and looking like a generally unsavory fellow, he fit right in among the men who seemed to be taking stock of the mermaid in a tank. An incredibly small tank. His idiocy was comical, that poor mermaid didn't have much room to move, let alone breathe!
Oh, that greasy human was a clever bastard.
With less than subtle mental persuasion, the crowd around them thinned as the kitsune positioned hmself to be looking at something other than the poor mermaid in the jar. His sideways glance cauht the seller's attention, and his dark eye's met the merchant's.
"You seem like a man with exquisite tastes!" cried the man, taking note of Rah's attire--particularly his boots. With a gesture to the mermaid, he gave Rah a dark grin, beckoning him closer to inspect his...wares.
And Rah obliged, stepped closer to look at her with an appraising eye, his expression all but unreadable. Her condition made his blood boil. As much as he hated his siren mother, Rah would never wish such a fate on anyone. The cogs in his head began turning as he formed a plan. Gently setting his fingers against the glass, he gave the trapped woman a look that she'd hopefully understand as being one of sympathy before turning back to the man vying for his attention.
"She's a true beauty! Just look at those scales! And such a beauty can always come in handy in other ways, as I'm sure a man like you can understand." He gave Rah a nudge, and it took all of his strength not to cut his hand off then and there.
"Yes," he replied. "How much are you selling her for?"
"Well, you can't put a price on such a rare and valuable--"
Rah advanced on the man. It was such a slow, casual affair that the merchant never even saw it coming as Rah plunged a knife between his ribs. "You won't scream. You won't say a thing. You're going to lean on your cart and die slowly, you miserable, pathetic wretch of a man," he hissed. And the merchant did as he was told. Removing the knife and wiping it off on the merchant's cloak, he stashed the blade and walked to the mermaid's tank.
He climbed up onto the table and extended a hand to her. "C'mon, I'm gonna get you out of there. It's probably hard to breathe in there."
