Vejjen Basteon - Marketplace, Alabar, Branchwood

Vejjen could feel beads of sweat curl under his heavy guard helmet. It was humid and the air was thick with the smell of body odour in the crowded marketplace. He casually walked under an awning picking up a fruit or object and tossing it back in it's basket. He had to act normal, if the city knew they were on the brink of war with a neighbouring land panic may arise. Vejjen was sure though, the way words found their way place to place, everyone knew of the situation between Branchwood and Atles. His chainmail became sickeningly heavy as the hot day progressed, he needed results, where were the fugitives, with the city patrol it was unlikely they escaped the city.

Just then an old, drunk beggar tugged at his arm, "I may have useful information, but you must pay me for it", she smiled toothlessly.

Vejjen went from the look of surprise to an angry scowl, it seemed obvious to him she was just trying to make some quick money in exchange for foolery. He struck her with the back of his hand, she shrieked and cowered away.
"I will not fall for a drunk's trickery", he growled and turned away.

Despite his confidence in his response to the beggar, he raised his cautiousness slightly, he didn't want to look like a fool, and if the beggar was truthful then thats exactly what he'd be.

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