"If by 'Best Possible Price...'" now the Angel imitated the shopkeeper for a moment, "...you mean the most expensive you can get away with, it's amazing how you have any customers at all. I know you're not the only shopkeeper in town, I've helped everyone here at least a dozen times."
"So why dont you go talk with them? Surely you would rather do the thrashing than be the one getting thrashed?"
"Cute. My talents would be wasted on those fools. I'd rather deal with the one who doesnt measure to the exact height of stupidity, the way that one does." She pointed to the huntsman as she finished her statement. The shopkeeper chuckled as he looked and saw his hapless friend, who threw his arms up in the air as he turned back towards the bar and downed another mug of ale.
"Well, on that, you and I can agree. Tell me, why is it REALLY that you decided to seek me out during your stay here? I imagine you're going to be here for some time, seeing as how you havent been whisked away during our nice little chat." The Angel walked towards the table, positioning herself right next to the spot where the shopkeeper was sitting and leaning against the table.
"Simple. I'm stuck here for a full month, while I wait for the Flight Lead to pull herself together, and I figured I might as well spend it with the mortal I've aided the most." The shopkeeper wryly smiled as she said this.
"So I'm your favorite. I'm flattered." She scowled again as he said this.
"Dont get the wrong idea, mortal. I'm only here because the Flight Lead sent me here. If she hadn't, I'd still be in the Celestial Plane, giving out inspiration to more deserving mortals."
"Yet I'm the one who you've helped the most."
"You're the one who's needed it the most."
"Really? I think I'm doing just fine so far." The Angel opened her mouth to reply, but just before she could speak, the door to the inn swung open again.