[ The way Julian engrosses the vendor sparks Fjord's old penchant for people-watching, a product of years spent perfecting personas until he tailored his own. That Texan-sounding idiot has fallen to the wayside now but Fjord's skills have not; Julian is easy to like no matter who you are, apparently, with a charming smile and chatty amiability making him instantly engaging. That was the sort of life Fjord wanted, not too long ago.

The vendor catches Fjord's weighted stare, askance from laughing with Julian, and that could be one of the reasons he sends them on their way with the snacks soon after. Fjord wasn't frowning at him. He wasn't. This isn't a date!

... It's a non-date.

He knows so much about Julian in such a short amount of time, the broken bones that heal and poisoned organs reverting to normal. It makes him want to cup the man's head in his hands and say Stop trusting people so easily, because if Fjord was a bad sort he hates to think what someone would do with those sorts of secrets.

Again, the openness is all part of Julian's charm. ]

I like listening to what you have to say. [ He makes a mental note to keep an eye out for anyone who could be Julian's sister, on his behalf. ] I arrived alone but one of my friends is here, he actually has a house. I think I might stay with him, it's safer to stick together.

[ That, and he's worried something will happen to Molly (again) if Fjord isn't there (again). It can't hurt to tell Julian a little more, he supposes; he gets the feeling he may want to protect him in the future too, if they grow any closer, and he has a sneaking suspicion he and Molly would get on like a neighbourhood on fire. ]

His name is Mollymauk, he's a purple tiefling. Red eyes, big fancy horns, a truly gaudy fashion sense. You couldn't miss him if you tried.