082: The man who will never say thanks: Ceiro, LotC
Ceiro turned his head a little, watching as the thugs beat on the poor merchant with no shame. They wanted his coin, and the man protested repeatedly that he had none to give…it was shameful at the best of times. Frowning, Ceiro debated a moment about leaving- not getting involved was the status quo in these sort of things.
And yet? He turned and waded into the fight with a bit of determination as he held up his hands and offered to pay them his coin since the trader had none to give. It was a strange sort of circumstance, honestly. And he smiled to himself in a pleased manner as the men turned and left with his bag of coins- At least they were all alive.
But when the merchant stood, Ceiro turned back to him and brightly offered to help clean him off and sort him out before he got on his way again. Or he tried.
“Get off me, you blooding-heart fool!” The man cried at him, spitting in his face. “I didn’t need your damn help to take care of myself.” And without another word, the man turned and left, leaving Ceiro to wonder (not for the first time) why he ever bothered helping people these days.
Ceiro turned his head a little, watching as the thugs beat on the poor merchant with no shame. They wanted his coin, and the man protested repeatedly that he had none to give…it was shameful at the best of times. Frowning, Ceiro debated a moment about leaving- not getting involved was the status quo in these sort of things.
And yet? He turned and waded into the fight with a bit of determination as he held up his hands and offered to pay them his coin since the trader had none to give. It was a strange sort of circumstance, honestly. And he smiled to himself in a pleased manner as the men turned and left with his bag of coins- At least they were all alive.
But when the merchant stood, Ceiro turned back to him and brightly offered to help clean him off and sort him out before he got on his way again. Or he tried.
“Get off me, you blooding-heart fool!” The man cried at him, spitting in his face. “I didn’t need your damn help to take care of myself.” And without another word, the man turned and left, leaving Ceiro to wonder (not for the first time) why he ever bothered helping people these days.
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