The normal chiding voice of his brother broke into a confused yell.Al-Haddar wrote: ↑Fri Apr 30, 2021 4:34 pmAl-Haddar was strolling the benches, working hard on selling the content of his basket:
"Pistachios! Who wants some pistachios? Fresh pistachios, roasted to perfection. Refill your energy after a harassing day with some pistachios."
A consumed peddler, he had his eyes elsewhere, and did notice that a few people who had no reason to have any form of martial training were doing quite well in that little tournament. That made him a bit nervous even if, ever the professional, he didn't show it.
You run quickly Had', but you aren't quicker than an arrow.
That's my face! Had'! How does he have my face! He stole my face!