Death Stare

The group moved quickly, the tension of the encounter with Lord Davos still hanging in the air like a thick fog. The merchant, looking both relieved and eager to leave, hastily collected his payment from the trembling Lord Davos, who now seemed far more docile than before. He shoved the coins into his pouch and made sure to count them twice, ensuring that he wasn't being swindled after the confrontation. With a nervous glance at Liam, the merchant urged the group to move on, his voice almost shaking with anxiety.

"Let's not waste any more time," he said hastily, looking over his shoulder as if expecting Lord Davos to suddenly spring into action. "He'll retaliate, mark my words. We don't need to be around here when that happens."