[ Catching the edges of that stare down makes Bastien tighten his grip. Nerves—but at least they're not nerves that make him let go. ]
Here?
[ Full Orlesian snob, that word. He looks at the establishment before them. It is not the one he was aiming for. But the one he was aiming for is still a decent walk away, and the pastries aren't getting any fresher, and if they stay in this area they'll be able to see the sea and the ships instead of becoming fully enveloped by Lowtown's towering walls.
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Here?
[ Full Orlesian snob, that word. He looks at the establishment before them. It is not the one he was aiming for. But the one he was aiming for is still a decent walk away, and the pastries aren't getting any fresher, and if they stay in this area they'll be able to see the sea and the ships instead of becoming fully enveloped by Lowtown's towering walls.
So he manages a mincingly diplomatic, ]
I suppose it will do the job.