They glared at me, itching to attack, but nobody wanted to make the first move.
"Huh?"
Right then, I spotted a pretty unusual herb on a nearby stall.
I walked over quickly.
The crowd around me scrambled out of the way.
I ignored them completely. I grabbed the herb and studied it closely.
"How much for this?" I asked the vendor.
The guy gulped and looked nervously at everyone watching.
Then he found his nerve and said, "I... I won't sell it to you, not for all the gold in the world!"
I raised an eyebrow. "Why not? You think I won't pay?"
"Nobody wants your dirty money!" the vendor yelled, working up his courage.
I ran my fingers over the herb and shrugged. "Fine. If you don't want payment, that's that."
I shoved the herb in my pocket and started walking away.
"Mason Raymond! You planning to steal in broad daylight!" someone shouted.
I stopped. "Didn't he just say he doesn't want my dirty money?"
