The smuggler's face crinkled and warped with sudden rage. "You little whelp!" He roared, drawing a dagger.
Obi-Wan reached out quickly, calmly, and caught the other man's wrist, even as he was looking over at the ramshackle boat tied to the dock with critical eyes.
"Now, now. There's another solution here, friend." He gestured to the boat: which, yes, he'd borrowed as an Apprentice, from the Kingdom. But he had a feeling that Merlin might have a bit of leniency if the situation were explained. Also, a plan. "How much do you suppose the boat is worth? Not as a whole, mind you. Look a bit beyond at the sum of the parts. There's a serviceable motor, the rudders are new, and plenty of good wood. Plus the brass for the nameplate. I'm sure a smith would pay to have that for smelting down."
The new perspective caused a spark behind the trader's eyes, and he smiled, showing off a mouthful of self-neglect and greed. "I'd say that's at least worth eighty."
"So then ... perhaps your part back from the young lady, that piece I was considering, and we're square?"
He snorted like the man in the robes had gone mad. "Then all you've got's a converter and a stupid little brat."
"Have I? Hmm. Seems a moment ago all I had was a broken boat worth nothing. Now I've got something worth eighty munny. Perspective is a funny thing. But if you'd rather --"
"No, no." He took the part from Mal and shoved the converter into Obi-Wan's hands. "This is fine."
"Well, then, it's been a pleasure doing business with you." He pocketed the part and took out the ten munny he'd been willing to pay for the part, offering it to Mal. "Now, either you have a boat of your own, or you know another way back. This should cover my fare or a good set of directions, will it not?"
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Date: 2020-01-02 06:22 pm (UTC)Obi-Wan reached out quickly, calmly, and caught the other man's wrist, even as he was looking over at the ramshackle boat tied to the dock with critical eyes.
"Now, now. There's another solution here, friend." He gestured to the boat: which, yes, he'd borrowed as an Apprentice, from the Kingdom. But he had a feeling that Merlin might have a bit of leniency if the situation were explained. Also, a plan. "How much do you suppose the boat is worth? Not as a whole, mind you. Look a bit beyond at the sum of the parts. There's a serviceable motor, the rudders are new, and plenty of good wood. Plus the brass for the nameplate. I'm sure a smith would pay to have that for smelting down."
The new perspective caused a spark behind the trader's eyes, and he smiled, showing off a mouthful of self-neglect and greed. "I'd say that's at least worth eighty."
"So then ... perhaps your part back from the young lady, that piece I was considering, and we're square?"
He snorted like the man in the robes had gone mad. "Then all you've got's a converter and a stupid little brat."
"Have I? Hmm. Seems a moment ago all I had was a broken boat worth nothing. Now I've got something worth eighty munny. Perspective is a funny thing. But if you'd rather --"
"No, no." He took the part from Mal and shoved the converter into Obi-Wan's hands. "This is fine."
"Well, then, it's been a pleasure doing business with you." He pocketed the part and took out the ten munny he'd been willing to pay for the part, offering it to Mal. "Now, either you have a boat of your own, or you know another way back. This should cover my fare or a good set of directions, will it not?"