A crooked smile found its way to the Ankal's face, his eyes squinting briefly as he appraised Sama'el for a moment, before having his say. " Come, let us talk about perhaps finding a middle ground that would benefit us both. If your friend doesn't mind, I'd be grateful if he looked after the strider with Nallia while we discuss the details " he signed, finishing with a glance over at Denen, and then turning around to head towards a smaller pavilion to the right of the one they had dined in previously. He kept his pace slow, and deliberate as if it was somehow important that they not rush. " Tell me, what kind of price is more in your range watchman " he signed, making sure that he was facing Sama'el when he did so that he knew he was speaking to him. A serious look had come about him now, looking calm and composed, and the practiced look of one experienced in such matters. It betrayed nothing about what he was thinking, or even what he was leaning towards, and of course that was because it was the point of looking so unassuming.
They reached the entrance then, and he pushed back the canvas draped over the entrance and stepped inside the cool interior, moving towards a wooden fold out table. A swift movement and he pulled up a stool, taking a seat for himself, and picking up a sheaf of papers, possibly the ledger the family kept to keep their affairs in order, any of the sales and trades performed all meticulously recorded here on the ledger in elegant handwriting. He motioned for Sama'el to sit across from him, and after a brief study of the papers in hand; he set them down and met Sama'el's eyes. " What do you think of two hundred gold mizas for the Semes, and I don't have to pay a studding fee for that Windrunner of yours " Hek signed, his eyes scrutinizing the young man before him, putting his right hand over the stack of papers yet to be read.
The strider seemed to soak in the compliment, moving forward a step to press on Denen, tossing his head. Nallia seemed tickled by the interaction between the strider and man, a warm smile never leaving her face as she stroked the side of the unnamed horse's neck, it's attention clearly as much on Denen as his was on him. A soft snort escaped the strider, his big nose nudging the side of the young man's face, leaving a thin strand of saliva on his cheek, before he nudged him with his forehead. He seemed to want his full attention as evidence of his shenanigans time and time again. The strider's eyes met Denen's, the large eyes staring unblinkingly into his own, seeming to reach out at him. " Remember yesterday when you helped me braid his hair? Would you like to help me fix a few that got untangled from his playing " Nallia asked, her voice breaking the silent, revenant moment with its upbeat whistling tune. Stepping more forward, the unnamed strider seemed to like this idea, its hooves tamping the ground, and keeping his head still though slightly angled in Denen's direction.