Broken Record

Gularzob took a step back from them as they asked about the price of his services again. Bringing his right hand up to his forehead, he looked at them with a wincing expression and narrowed eyes as if he had a headache before speaking, "I have told you my price already, and it hasn't changed. I would appreciate it if you bought something from my store. But, if you can't, I only ask that you view my work and spread word of my skill wherever you go. That is all. No extra gold. No children. No future relatives who have one blue eye, one brown eye, and blonde hair. Just those two things."

Turning towards the woman sleeping under the rags, he spread his hands as if asking a jury to verify if what he said was true or not. Turning back to them, he placed his hands on his hips before lowering his chin to his chest and speaking, "Look, I have nothing to gain or lose from helping you, I just felt drawn to do it. You can accept my help or not, I don't really care either way." Shrugging his shoulders, he crossed them over his chest before waiting for their answers.