Karl speaks his magnanimous words. Arthur remains hidden.
The half-giant drops his club and falls to one knee. He looks up at Karl. "I have shamed myself. My people are renowned for the power of our minds, and yet I allowed myself to be dominated by nothing more than a pastry. I... I apologize. Please. I'll not be a hindrance to you anymore." With sorrow in his face, he stands, leaving his club on the wet, muddy street, the shin of his pant leg stained with scummy dirt. He pushes one of the carts narrowing the path back to the side of the road, to give your pie cab more clearance, and then he stands well away from the street, staring ashamedly at the ground.
The cab is still heading away from you, but the driver is looking back, seeking directions.
OOC: Whoops, sorry Bob, it didn't show up in the Topic Review (when you're replying to a thread) so I missed it. My apologies.