Kalan's mind cleared up a little at the noise, then a little more so seeing the blade. He stood up straight and pointed to the man shouting things. He'd heard of inquisitors before, but never seen them. His village had been a fairly small one, never bothered by those seeking to kill magic users. Kalan made a note that should he get out of this alive, he'd be sure not to use magic in public again - well, maybe a little.
"I think... umm... you..." Kalan turned to the merchant, who was giggling a little, "friend?"
"Street trick..." the merchant mumbled, the sight of steel hadn't sobered him up at all, "gold, friend?" The merchant stretched out his hand and offered the man in charge a handful of gold coins, "leave alone?"
Kalan didn't look too impressed at his friend's offer of a bribe, but it was better than what he could come up with. So he smiled, hoping that this island wasn't an inquisition stronghold.
