[There's an annoying amount of unknowns in what Akira says, but Yurick doesn't focus on any of it for once. He edges around the alligator, only taking his attention off his gear long enough to be sure he won't bump into the surly reptile. Upon reaching the table, he picks up the beads, rolling them in his fingers.]
Why take our things only to give them back?
[He looks toward Akira with a flicker of something like hope in his expression.]
no subject
Why take our things only to give them back?
[He looks toward Akira with a flicker of something like hope in his expression.]
I don't have anything to barter....