The mumbling is mildly disconcerting, but not the worst thing Phalanx could be doing. Honestly, their looking as though they're having a small meltdown will probably keep people away from them in these slow-moving streets.
And then he spots their chance, a humble brown semicircle of a tent pitched against a large stalagmite. There are no markings on the outside, nor displays, nor person out front shouting to indicate what wares they're selling, but Robin leads them in that direction anyway.
The door is really just a flap of fabric, hard to distinguish from the rest of the outside of the structure... But Robin finds it quickly enough, shoves it aside, and nudges Phalanx forward to get them off of the street. After a quick glance behind them, he ducks in after them.
The inside of the tent is very dark. It also isn't very big, with just enough room for a table and a couple of chairs and maybe four or five people on a very busy day. As it is now, though, there is only one person behind that table, speaking in a calm, old-sounding voice after the two of them barge into her establishment.
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And then he spots their chance, a humble brown semicircle of a tent pitched against a large stalagmite. There are no markings on the outside, nor displays, nor person out front shouting to indicate what wares they're selling, but Robin leads them in that direction anyway.
The door is really just a flap of fabric, hard to distinguish from the rest of the outside of the structure... But Robin finds it quickly enough, shoves it aside, and nudges Phalanx forward to get them off of the street. After a quick glance behind them, he ducks in after them.
The inside of the tent is very dark. It also isn't very big, with just enough room for a table and a couple of chairs and maybe four or five people on a very busy day. As it is now, though, there is only one person behind that table, speaking in a calm, old-sounding voice after the two of them barge into her establishment.
"We are not open yet, young man."