He shifts aside without much thought, gaze flicking down to mind the man’s hands – all to familiar with how thrifty the locals in this region can be. There is no need to make a scene about the situation as far as he is concerned – and indeed, were it a man of less distinction Horatio might not have said anything at all.Â
As it was, he did step back a bit so that he would not need to crane his neck too much to meet the man’s eyes, curiosity driving him. He recognized the blade well before he caught sight of the owner, and a small incline of his head showed his respect for the bearer despite not being the cause of the collision.Â
Of the Brethren, Mistress Ching was perhaps his favored – not that Tia Dalma was particularly fond of any of them. Regardless, he knew enough to show he had no desire for a fight, and that would simply have to do.Â
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