The girl and I agreed on a price and it is a fair one, I’ll have you know!”
Marakesh largely quiet up to this point or at the very least subdued enough that Miss Luciano scarcely noticed him up to this point, it seemed almost as if he was waiting for his turn in the conversation to reply which seemed strange, but not as odd as something else that the girl would note. The friendly manner of the man slipping a little bit but that seeming to be understandable really as it was perfectly normal to get a little bit defensive when you were under verbal assault, there was something far more troubling to the teen about the way he spoke. Or rather, something missing from it.
His accent…? Something sounding strange for certain but it taking a second for the shopper to pick it up, as the words of the silk seller rang in her mind, Zoey noticed quite a noticeable absence in it. The strange turn of phrase that had confused and drawn such curiosity from the girl earlier on seeming to melt because of the heat that his irritation provided, all too quickly Marakesh sounded a whole lot more local with the manner in which he conveyed himself, which only seemed to make him more suspicious really.
If he was putting that on… What else was he fooling me about? The frown carried by the local lass only seeming to grow tighter and more prominent as she spotted this small but crucial detail, while it seemed an odd thing perhaps to set off her mistrust, it seemed to be enough to make Miss Luciano a little less trusting of the fellow. A stranger to her as much as anyone, though he had been friendly and charming that could easily be an act like that disarming accent he had apparently been putting on, and all too easily the girl began to question everything else about him. And she wasn’t the only one either…