With all the Cliffside soldiers swarming town and the number of people who know his partner's fondness for cats growing day by day, Faro would have said the last thing he wanted was to draw attention to himself (apart from his clothes, that's good attention, ok). But it turns out, the actual last thing he wants, is for Colin to get robbed and beaten by said soldiers.

He can't walk by. Colin helped him, put himself at risk to do so. There isn't time for him to fetch a guard or Fiadh. Faro stands outside, out of view, and steels himself. Lifts his chin, sets his jaw, squares his shoulders, takes a deep breath, then steps inside. "He'll sell you more bread is what."

It's not the best line, admittedly, but Farogil channels every bit of frustration and pride he can, as if these idiots just pretended they were better at embroidery than him and he's about to school them. The fancy gilded cloak hopefully adds more weight to his words than his slight stature does.