He stood up, brushing off his clothing. "He's a traveler? I was under the impression that he'd be native to this town. I want a bonus for travel expenses."
Meanwhile, the man seemed to have decided that it was a song he could sing along to, and so he belted out a deep baritone (terribly out of tune, not that there was a tune), trying to guess the words. He didn't do very well.
"Yeah, let's go," Beosta agreed, fingering the ends of her hair. Scudding rotten idiot.
Livetha helpfully cut Beosta's thoughts off from Shoe for a bit.