Jehan cleared his throat and began to speak common to the small ugly beasts. “
You king will die if not cure found for the dart” he said strongly again watching as they drew their weapons. He knew nothing of these small races besides what he had seen looming around when the vardos were parked. He had been opinionless on them but now, he hated the very fiber of their being. He didn’t let anybody threaten his sister, even if that meant he was about to die now he wouldn’t take it back.
His bluff was good, it wasn’t the first time he had used it and it wasn’t the first time that Gitana had heard it. It may or may not help them, it was a matter of time. “
Poisoned” he said pointing to the one he had hit with the dart standing straight his blow gun still in his hand. He could use it as a club if he needed to though he would rather not. “
Gypsy poison, work swift. Two candlemarks most time. You help we help.”
he said slowly looking at the fowl beasts.
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Air'riela do not beg” Jehan retorted strongly. There were other things that he could have said, about curses on those that kill a gypsy but he didn’t. Not yet. He needed to see if they would buy his first act and if they didn’t chances are they wouldn’t buy that line.