Something in what the Mountain said seemed to amuse the shrouded lizard-thing, and it laughed, the sound strangely musical between the sibilant undercurrent of hissing and the high, trilling notes that comprised its chuckle.

"Oh, well, if it be news and counsel, I shan't turn you away. But heed, time is something that is purchased in this Market, too, and if Sal does not find your news and counsel sufficient, you might have to pay another price."

Then the agent looked Green up and down, exactly as the Hob merchant had done, exactly as a butcher would do, were it inspecting him to see just how large the choicest cuts of meat might be.

"Come, come, I hear a crowd gathering by the Pit. No doubt Sal will be there...himself."

A much louder hissing giggle erupted from the lizard-thing as it turned around and began to lead the Mountain deeper into the Market.

We'll be moving over to the Blood thread, and I'll be sure to tag you and Green once I post the transition in for you.