Jacob's POV
'Stay calm… Stay calm… Stay calm… They have no idea what they are saying. They think they know better than you,' I tried to tell myself when faced with an audience of hoodlums that was not going to believe a single thing that came from my mouth. Looking to the stalls beside us, I realised the stall that Boran had spoken about was only a few metres away. The produce had been stocked and they'd started selling it off already.
Since most of it was fresh and plump, customers were easy for them to get. What caught my eye, however, were the weapon stands on both sides of the stall. The dwarves had brought the weapons for sale and for the meantime, no one was taking a look at them. To the three riders and troll, I said, "How about this… You swear to restrain from laying a single finger on the dwarves and I'll show just how much you didn't know about them…"
