The boy's voice wasn't soft, especially because it was so abrupt, everyone else passing by on the street looked up in surprise, turning toward where Ian was, then turned their heads to look at the frozen White Folks man.
"You, you..."
Curious, measuring, and thoughtful gazes converged, and in just a few seconds, one could see Brin's pale face flush with blood, quickly turning beet red.
The startled apothecary raised his hand, shaking as he pointed at the smiling Ian, but to the very last, he couldn't muster any words—the exposed herbalist could only trot away, while the passersby on the street exchanged looks, clearly having noticed something.
"It's hard to say whether that was bold or cowardly."
Watching the other vanish around the corner of the street, Ian shook his head, closed the window with a sigh, "The public safety in Harrison Port really is poor, should I maybe set up some more traps at home? That's indeed something to consider..."
