The merchant blinked his eyes at them. They had just gotten through with this some time ago. "You are outnumbered. If you do not let us have them, you will be taken by force. And we will not hesitate to kill." The merchant glanced at one of them and said, "Lord Fingon I believe?"
His eyes flitted and he nodded.
"Ah. I do not believe I have seen a more womanish lord, if man or lord you are."
Fingon's fist clenched.
"Now, as I said," the merchant added languidly as he gestured to the boy and girl, "these two, Aeron and Gwyllion are their names, are thieves. They have never been caught and I believe baskets of stolen necklaces lie buried in their rubbishy hut."
Aeron coughed loudly and said pointedly, "It is very unbecoming of you to accuse the innocent."
"What do you mean boy,?" the merchant asked. He was like a cur. So disrespectful.
"Gwyllion never stole," Aeron said, casting a disdainful eye at the merchangt.
Gwyllion frowned and darted a glance at him.
A light flickered in the merchant's eye. "Never?"
Glaring at his sister, Aeron said, "Well, hardly ever."
"As I said, I will take these two for justice," said the merchant. "These scum have been thieving since the day they were born. Justice is needed."
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