Ceirria sighed again upon hearing the snarl and turned in the mer’s direction. “Are you sure we can’t just talk?” She asked. “If I gave you a few coins would that change your mind?”
“What’s the point of stealing if you get turned into a charity case? I won’t take your sodden money,” Nergui hissed, shifting on his feet.
“And you must be stretched thin for interaction if you’d even talk to someone who tried to rob you.”
“Perhaps I am stretched for interaction. Or perhaps I just disgusted you out of robbing me. I’m not above both.” The womer said with a smile, crossing her arms and following the noises of his shifting. “Now, why don’t we start over, hm? My name is Ceirria.”