"Why hello you mighty strong fellow, im sure your looking for some interesting wares. ive got some of the most exotic potions you can find in all of tower city. What might you be looking for?"
speaking to the (not sure of race but the big one that seems to be looking at wares)
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21
*hands on hips*
"You Rapscallion hands off my purse, dont you know you gotta buy a lady dinner before you can touch her purse, and you big guy shame on you for allowing a lady such as myself to be taken advantage of."
looking directly at Liam "Well what do you have to say for yourself"