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Bushi was behind his stand, explaining to a fancy looking woman how he'd made a specific hair piece out of feathers that he'd obtained from the legendary firebirds of Sauti. It was a bird straight out of the stories, one that the Alkidike women of Jauhar would fight wars over, and that seemed to be enough to catch her interest. If there was something those in power liked it was to have something rare that the other women of court didn't have yet. To have something they could lord over something was the essence of fashion if the women were to be believed.

He was nearing the end of the sale when he spotted his son through the crowd. He opened his mouth, about to call out to him, when someone else did so instead. He found himself watching through slightly narrowed eyes as he watched. Shaking his head he turned back to the woman, giving her a good price for the hair piece, one that he'd normally have set higher so they could haggle it down. What he'd normally do would have to wait though as he didn't trust that one in the least bit. Who knew what he had planned, nothing good. Especially if he thought to get under Bushi's skin by messing with his son.

After the sale was finalized he put up a 'Away for Lunch' sign even though it didn't quite apply to the time of day, and put Profit in charge. If he wasn't here she was the best guard dog there was. Once all was in order he did something he didn't normally do, he ran. As he did so, closing the distance between himself and Gorvis his hands went to the pouch on his sides, drawing the knives he normally had hidden away on his person. He didn't often get into street fights like a common thug but if the man pushed him where his son was concerned he'd see him found mangled in a janarim den, "So help me, Nerad, I'll kill him if he starts something." He muttered to the King of Gods and Judgement as he approached the man from behind.

Bushi gritted his teeth slightly as he saw his son get sent off toward an obvious mark, though obvious only because he was someone that Bushi also knew, and after a moment came back with something shiny in hand. It was something that had his anger rising, more so given the look on his face that seemed so pleased. Walking forward, weapons still in hand, he said in a very serious tone of voice, "I thought that you were planning on becoming a blacksmith, Dovian. I think perhaps you're talking to the wrong man for tips on that sort of profession."

His hand tightened on his weapon and he forced himself to count backwards from ten, finding himself wanting to yell... but that would just draw attention. Instead he moved to close the distance between himself, Dovian, and the b*****d that was toying with his son. He had to remain calm, he could scold Dovian later, but for the time being Gorvis was too close to Dovian, not to mention he had an accomplice. Bushi would be only to happen to throw them to the janarim, or worse the Guild Master, but that would have to wait until later.

Bushi gave a slight twitch before he said, "You're a poor liar, Dovian." Turning his attention back to the one standing in front of him he said, "Gorvis is friends to nobody but himself." He was a sleazy sort that he didn't really trust, not when it came to his business practices or as a 'friend' as Dovian was claiming him to be. He lifted his free hand, about to catch hold of his son when the man wrapped a hand around his son's shoulders again. Not only that but decided he'd dragging Phaedra into things.

He moved quickly for a man his size, his free hand going from out stretched toward Dovian to around the man's throat, the other raising to point his trio of blades toward the man's face, "I'm aware that protocols tell me I'm not supposed to raise arms against another member of our guild, Gorvis, but I will pay the fine, I don't mind doing so in your case." He said, giving his best smile, though it didn't reach his eyes which were gem hard at the moment, "Tell me, do you think you can do your job blind?"

Bushi tightened his hand on the man's throat as threats continued to spill forth from his lips, "Give me a reason, Gorvis." That the man would think to threaten him in such a man just went to show exactly what he was like. Wanting to go tattle to his Sprite like some sort of child who couldn't think of a better way to lash out. His hand remained tight on the man's throat for a moment before he pushed him away, tucking his blades away.

"You really should get back to work, Gorvis. I hear that your dues are late again this month? Everyone's whispering about it, that you can't keep up anymore. I wonder how long before your buddy there abandons you too." He might just see it happen. He'd only have to make sure the right amount of gold was floated his way and Gorvis would find himself down one loyal follower, something that could really hobble someone in their business. Something that he was tempted to do no matter what Gorvis did going forward just because the man had mentioned his Sprite not once, but twice now.

He really was gutsy, but in this instance he really wanted to see him pay for it. His family was off limits, he'd gone through great lengths with his boss to see it as such, and Bushi could end up compensated for Gorvis's actions, which would turn the guild on the man. Nobody like paying reparations after all.

Bushi's eyes went to the necklace and for a moment his eyes narrowed again, his mind processing what he saw, before he once more smiled in that way that only appeared friendly. So Gorvis really wanted to do this? He wanted to continue to 'poke the bear' as it were. Bushi really didn't feel like dealing with him in such a manner but if he wanted to do so then so be it. He didn't mind destroying the man. After a long moment he said, "Thank you, Gorvis. I've always wanted to test my skills to their fullest."

As the man went back to hugging his son he gave a hiss, stepping forward, to cover the small distance between them and producing a dagger once more buried it in the arm the shoulder of the arm that was holding both the necklace and his son, "You shouldn't have come near my family or opened that fool mouth of yours, Gorvis. You call me the best in Oba and now the 'best in Oba' has his sights set on you. Look forward to living in the dirt in a month."

Turning to look down at Dovian he said, "Go back to my stand, Dovian. Stay with Profit while I 'haggle' with this idiot and get your mother's necklace back."

Bushi glanced at between Dovian and Gorvis for a moment, starring at the scene before him, before he gave a bit of a laugh, "Oh Gorvis... all of that really doesn't matter anymore, does it? I mean, I'm going have to pay one hell of a fine I'm sure but..." He gave a shrug as he pulled the dagger free from Gorvis's shoulder... and then made one swift, vicious slash across the man's face that would catch him across the eyes.

Once that was done the dagger was tucked away and he stepped closer to Dovian, scooping his son up easily enough. He was deceptively strong after all, "Come on, Dovian. We need to get you do a healer. Let's leave our friend here to regret his life decisions." He'd leave him to question how he was going to get around from now. Maybe he could get a beast that could lead him around. He took a step away from the man before doubling back, squatting down to scoop up Phaedra's necklace, and said, "You know what's funny? Now that I think about it I'm sure the fine will be lessened because I had a deal with our boss to keep my family safe. Hell, it might just be a slap on the wrist after what you did to my son. How funny is that?"

Shaking his head he turned around once more, walking away from Gorvis and toward where he knew a healer to live, one loyal to their group. He'd have to talk with her, get Dovian in, and likely pay her more then normal since Dovian wasn't a part of the group. Looking down at Dovian he said, "Once you're patched up we're going to have to talk about your supposed stealing. Not to mention you're going to have to bring a tribute to Hestian."

Bushi glanced over his shoulder then called out, "Keep digging, Gorvis. You're going to be begging me for mercy in no time." Shaking his head he continued forward. He didn't buy it that the necklace had been bought in a legitimate manner. Even if it had been the man was baiting him with it and deserved what he got... well no, he deserved the first stab to the shoulder for that. As for the eye, well, that was retaliation for harming Dovian. He was going to wish that he'd just kept walking once Bushi was through making his life hell.

"Your mother will be fine. She might not look it but she's twice the warrior I am. If anyone even things of bothering her she will show them who's boss." And it was most certainly not one of Gorvis's little minions. Not that he'd even have any of those left. He was already formulating plans for how to mess things up for Gorvis. It really would be a shame if his contacts started to get taken from him or if his stashes started to get discovered by the Oban guards. A real shame.

"I don't steal for a living. What I do is more... complicated then all of that." He said, walking down an alleyway, turned a corner into deeper darkness, and then came up to a door that required him to do a specific knock to get anyone's attention, "I haven't lied... per say." He muttered that part while waiting for the door to be answered, mind racing down several paths at once. He glanced over at Dovian for a moment then said, "You bring him a gift, you apologize, and that's that."