"Thenk you. Yes." Orrig agreed about the pushy merchants, indeed--if Bruno hadn't been there, things might have gotten ugly, and he really was appreciative of the man's deft touch in handling that.

"They like that back home, too. Some things not change." He gave an offended sort of huff at that, and shifted his axe on his shoulder.

"So vere ve go now?" More reconnoitering, maybe, but Orrig wasn't sure he wanted to stay in the marketplace for much longer. Not unless they had to.