Finding himself surrounded and at the sharp end of a guisarme, Cheal unclenches his fist. His face is still angry, his cheeks and brow a mottled red and his lips set into a hard thin line, but for the moment the boss seems to think better of punching H. Lewit. Lewit's soft delicacy, however, seems to infuriate Cheal even more. Looking for all the world like he'd like to do nothing more than beat Lewit bloody, Cheal eyes Voadam and speaks through clenched teeth. "Same's you lot. I was here, playing cards and watching for suckers. I heard that fop Rancid offer to sell healing, and when he put the stick down on the bar and then them...things..." Cheal steals a glance at the dead wolf spider and is unable to stiffle an involuntary shudder, "...come up outta nowhere. Any fool could see the stick's worth something. I want it same's you, to sell in the Rivermark or to a temple. Don't tell me no different. Bring a pretty penny, that stick."
Cheal doesn't move an inch while gritting his teeth and talking. "I've no beef with you but neither do I want to hang 'round here. Gimme my blade and I'll be on my way. Hell, kick the damn thing out the door if you don't care to hand it to me."
