(I LOVE KITTENS) *aka dead serious*
The merchent persisted.
"Please Ma'am I BEG OF YOU! Armed soldiers robbed my caravan, butchered my sons as they came down on us! PLEASE, DONT LEAVE ME IN YOUR STRANGE LAND! he was tugging on the hem of her skirt now, literally on hands and knees, with tears flowing from the eyes.
"Was I ever that good at acting, or are these people just too gullible" he thought to himself with a inner consciousness chuckle. (as in no one detected it inner consciousness speak)