[—and at the second and third one:] Gods are fickle things, aren't they?
[clearly, getting direct answers from this medicine seller is much harder than pulling teeth, as he's purposefully landed himself into the sentiment that he would very much not want to give any kind of certain answer to those who fish for it. it is earned trust, after all, never mind that claude is in his right to wonder and figure out how come he was read so easily with a mere 'children's game' of cards.
but, mirrors? he likes mirrors.
in fact, the medicine seller pulls out a small mirror from one of the many intricate folds he's created in his clothes. it fits in his hand just so, fingers attached to its edge to keep it from falling.]
You must have me confused for some mystical person. Ah, I wouldn't say I am a person at all. [—slowly, he starts spinning the mirror, moving his fingers around it—] I am just a medicine seller.
[it's a blink and you miss it moment, as the hand that held the mirror clenches into a fist, said mirror disappearing as he unfurls his fingers and stretches them for claude to see.]
I sell that which people desire. Or wish to have. Or don't know they want.
[he's embellishing a little, but this man has given him quite the interesting conversation to indulge in.]
no subject
Perhaps.
[—and at the second and third one:] Gods are fickle things, aren't they?
[clearly, getting direct answers from this medicine seller is much harder than pulling teeth, as he's purposefully landed himself into the sentiment that he would very much not want to give any kind of certain answer to those who fish for it. it is earned trust, after all, never mind that claude is in his right to wonder and figure out how come he was read so easily with a mere 'children's game' of cards.
but, mirrors? he likes mirrors.
in fact, the medicine seller pulls out a small mirror from one of the many intricate folds he's created in his clothes. it fits in his hand just so, fingers attached to its edge to keep it from falling.]
You must have me confused for some mystical person. Ah, I wouldn't say I am a person at all. [—slowly, he starts spinning the mirror, moving his fingers around it—] I am just a medicine seller.
[it's a blink and you miss it moment, as the hand that held the mirror clenches into a fist, said mirror disappearing as he unfurls his fingers and stretches them for claude to see.]
I sell that which people desire. Or wish to have. Or don't know they want.
[he's embellishing a little, but this man has given him quite the interesting conversation to indulge in.]