"I doubt something like this is worth a lawsuit," Vaahn replied matter-of-factly as he pushed a lock of hair off his face and behind his ear. "However, I do anticipate a demand for reparations." Looking down at his coat and leggings, picking off small bits of dirt as he continued, "I know I would if something I made a living off of had its integrity in jeopardy." As he finished his thoughts, he and Shiro landed at the base of the hill, right where the cart had stopped. It was saved by the magical barrier of a tall and shadowy-looking figure, but this figure was on his way away from the scene by the time Vaahn arrived. The only other person was the vendor, a rather generic looking dark elf picking up the produce that had fallen from the cart.