Oron relaxes as the guards leave, finding no reason to be heard he remains silent as terms were sought. His eyes follow the group right up until they turn a corner and vanish out of sight. 
The solid mercenary seemed neither pleased nor disappointed with the outcome and simply turned back to once again face the merchant.

[b][i]"My services are free till the morrow"[/i][/b] he pauses to glare for a moment ensuring the 'month' thing was a bluff, [b][i]" where I will ensure your debt is settled. After that we can negotiate further business if you require."[/i][/b] his voice was deep and filled with command and confidence.

Without waiting for a reply Oron then grunts as he kneels to the ground and starts rebuilding the lopsided stall and gathering the shiny scattered items in silence.