[Well, that's one way to make an entrance, Buck thinks, taking in the sight of the man with the - is that a cape? - and what looks like what he's been told is a mage's staff strapped to his back. He stares a little, both at the man and the stall owner.
He arches an eyebrow at the man's response, glancing back at the stall.] A lot of iron in your diet, I take it?
[Maybe not the worst joke he could have made but not exactly his best effort either. He wonders if he should be considering his chances at escape at this point.
At the stranger's remark about him not being from Kirkwall, Buck chuckles.] I'm guessing I don't exactly blend in with the crowds around here.
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He arches an eyebrow at the man's response, glancing back at the stall.] A lot of iron in your diet, I take it?
[Maybe not the worst joke he could have made but not exactly his best effort either. He wonders if he should be considering his chances at escape at this point.
At the stranger's remark about him not being from Kirkwall, Buck chuckles.] I'm guessing I don't exactly blend in with the crowds around here.