"Are you a highwayman?" Jan-paul asked. From the safe distance on his horse. His horse was a warmblood, thin and built for racing. Now shivering in the snow. "Or a traveler?" The merchant asked. As he leaned forward in his saddle and his eyes inspected Harper from top to bottom. They lingered in the other's weapon. This sword. Jan-Paul couldn't place it but something seemed to be wrong with it. Uneased the overdressed and extravagant merchant shifted in his saddle.
"You're at least dressed more like a traveler than a highway-robber," he said. As if he tried to convince himself that Harper wasn't going to skewer him on that sword of his.
"Light clothing for the road. A bit dirty maybe but," Jan-Paul judged. While literally sitting on his high-horse. "But passible." Jan-Paul tugged his horse reins. "Winter is far from over, maybe you should look for a warmer coat," he said. "You look as pale as a ghost!" Then laughed. Oh if he only knew.
Jan-Paul turned on his saddle and pointed backward. "The city is in that direction. Quite the hike! I estimate the distance to be a rough 5 kilometers?" Jan-Paul said. As his rich privileges seeped through.
"But they sell cloaks there, made of wool and water resistance." He shifted back in his saddle.
"Your choice, of course. You can always haunt these country roads like some kind of..spirit or something," he said. Then shrugged.
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Jp voice: can I have your autograph?
Jan-Paul folded his hands together. Squeezed them. Then eased his fingers. He repeated this, while his gaze wandered through the Idol’s dressing-room.
A meet and greet hu! Just as his shoes, a meet-and-greet ticket wasn’t cheap but.. Jan-Paul was rich. Wealthy and overdressed.
“A- A lot?” Jan-Paul looked up. His gaze finally left the clothing-rack and shifted towards Jess, the Idol he paid so much for to meet. He smiled. Nervously.
“You think so?” he asked while plucking the edges of his cloak. It sure was something.
“It’s definitely fluffy! It’s made of the best quality weasel fur. Handpicked by the pelt-guild-members. It's made of a handful of the critters actually,” he paused. “Not that I’m a fan of the pelt-industry. Or their secluded guild,” he quickly added. Just in case Idol was an animal-lover. (Besides he was quite the animal lover himself! Just not a fan of weasels.)
Jan-Paul pressed his lips together in a straight line. Did I pay so much to get laughed at? He wondered.
“Hot! Yes I have to be!" Jan-Paul said. “You see, it's pretty cold where I live. We have had terrible blizzards not so long ago,” he said. “I’m sure I'd froze without it! Ha-ha,” he said. Not laughed.
He quickly shook his head. “C..Can you maybe sign my hurdy-gurdy now?” he asked. As he clumsy shoved his instrument in the pop idol's direction. “An autograph was included in the meet-and-greet ticket.”