[i]'It almost sounds like he's use to a high class of people'[/i] Viltez muses, thinking over what the taller man said about “reasons for rudeness”. [i]'I suppose, in a higher society, like those few nobles I've seen pass through town, when everyone around you has the potential of being powerful, one would be more careful whose toes are being stepped upon'[/i] Adding a couple more really sweet fruit to the bag, the young man smiles warmly. [i]'But around here, it's always better to establish yourself as firm, or in some place of authority. I've seen the arrogance of the nobles and higher class folk who've passed through. Those who didn't act tough around them, got walked right over'[/i] Shaking out his hair Viltez glances back at the roof he was working on. [i]'I should get back soon. . .'[/i]

Just as that thought crosses his mind the taller man asks if he would like anything. His mouth opens slightly, ready to turn down the offer, saying he doesn't need repayment. However, as his gaze locks with the blue-green eyes that nearly match his own, he feels that it would be somehow rude to refuse. His open lips curl into a smile and he turns to the fruits. Reaching past the sweet fruits they'd been recently hunting through, Viltez picks up a couple hand sized fruits, bright red with faint green speckles. Holding them up in front of taller man he says, “I like sweet, but given a choice, I go for sour.” Turning to the stall keeper he shows the fruits to him. “I'm not going to put these into the sack. They're very potent as you know and I don't want to taint his fruits.” 

Mr. Warren stands up slightly to look at the sack, then at the fruits in Viltez's hands. After barely a glance he waves his approval and goes back to work. Shifting his focus back to the stranger Viltez makes a little “Cheers” motion with the fruits and slips them in to his waist pouch for later consumption. Bowing slightly he says, “I'm glad I could help you, but my day of good deeds is far from over.” Standing upright again he motions towards the house he'd come from with the ladder leaning against it. “I promised to get he roof done today, and there is a storm c-” Stopping short, Viltez bites his lip. [i]'The day is clear, and there aren't even any clouds in sight. Not even the most skilled cloud reader in these parts would see this storm coming'[/i] 

Quickly covering his slip-up, the young man coughs, finishing his sentence, “It's storm season after all. Can't be too careful.” He averts his gaze carefully, shifting from foot to foot before turning back with a smile. “If you need anything else just look for me. I'm around town for most of the day, and if I'm not in town, I have a house at the very edge down the road that way.” He points off towards his home before giving the stranger a wave and turning towards his unfinished work. [i]'I must be more careful. Even if he's a stranger, if he gets suspicious and says anything about it. . .I wasn't born here after all. . . .'[/i] Shaking his head, Viltez hurries back to his work.