A large (but gentle) hand rests on his shoulder from behind, connected to an equally large horned woman that leans around him to offer the Merchant a friendly smile that has slightly too many teeth to be entirely without bite. "It is upsetting to see a dishonest merchant trying to take advantage of a valiant warrior. You would not wish to upset either of us, would you?"

The strangeness of the south is not lost on Issa, but one benefit to the Bas that wandered about hawking their wares is their rather uniform reaction to a friendly Qunari towering over them. Either immediate compliance- or a stuttering terror that is typically followed by, well. Doing as she asks. All the more so when she smiles, elbow idly resting on the saber on her hip. Not even a threat but- it is read that way and it has yet to cause trouble. Well. Trouble she cannot handle. "He is tired, I am tired, you are being particularly troublesome. I think you give a fair price and in return we get out of your hair."