[Noctis is here for much the same reason as anyone else- Harvest Week, striking while the iron is hot. It isn't often that Westerley is flush with cash and people in the mood to blow it quick. The bazaar on Leith had been tame by comparison, mellowed by shoppers both willing and able to make purchases at their leisure.
There's a case slung over his shoulder and he does his best to sidestep the rowdier pockets erupting through Old Town, but he's not naive enough to forget where he is. People are in the mood to celebrate, it is what it is.
The only reason he's drawn into this conversation at all is because he's at the bar when the guy behind the counter is getting questioned. For that matter, calling it drawn into the conversation is probably a generous statement. He assumes the man with the package is here to sell, or maybe to try and identify his competition; Noct rests his chin on his hand and gives the jakk a cursory glance.]
You've gotta work on your sales pitch. Dealers have cropped up all over the place around here.
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There's a case slung over his shoulder and he does his best to sidestep the rowdier pockets erupting through Old Town, but he's not naive enough to forget where he is. People are in the mood to celebrate, it is what it is.
The only reason he's drawn into this conversation at all is because he's at the bar when the guy behind the counter is getting questioned. For that matter, calling it drawn into the conversation is probably a generous statement. He assumes the man with the package is here to sell, or maybe to try and identify his competition; Noct rests his chin on his hand and gives the jakk a cursory glance.]
You've gotta work on your sales pitch. Dealers have cropped up all over the place around here.