Trahearne could certainly hear what was going on from where he was standing. Now he was starting to doubly regret coming into this shop, but the Fool was still his friend and he felt that he should do something, even if Devin was already trying to handle the problem.

So, Trahearne turned to face the counter again, crossing his arms and watching the shopkeep with a stern look of disappointment. It was the kind of look he usually reserved for saplings that were dabbling in mischief that was a little too dangerous, and they should have known better than to stick fireworks in their friend's roasted moa or what-have-you. Of course, if this became any worse then he certainly didn't have to buy from this store, but he was willing to see how this turned out first.