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Dina watched as the soldiers continued their little sport of 'crowd control' in front of him and the stand owner. It was actually somewhat depressing to know that this was the kind of behavior that wasn't just expected of the Yid soldiers, but almost promoted. Behind their dark and foreboding armor were men who enjoyed dishing out punishment and torture on a daily basis. Even on these men you could catch a smirk on their face as the pushed a grown man down to his knees and grabbed women by the hair, only to throw them face first into the dirt to supposedly keep the peace. He wanted to strike them down himself, but knew that it was best to avoid the conflict for the moment until he knew he had support from others in the city.

Not able to see the culprit of the next act, Dina saw a stone suddenly fly out of the air and hit a soldier square in the back of the head. It was an impressive shot and it clearly rubbed the soldiers the wrong way. They began furiously questioning people in the surrounding area to try and find out who exactly was responsible for the heinous crime. Dina could only laugh as he took another bite of his crushed sweet bread and began noticing a man jumping through the broken window of the inn past the commotion. He hadn't seen him in the crowd prior to the stone being thrown, and noticed that he was heading towards the pastry stand it seemed. As he bought the small sweet roll he seemed to be craving, he also began watching the soldiers sort through the crowd. It seemed the little stand was becoming quite a popular place. Perhaps this was where he start the resistance push.

While being lost in his thoughts of the task at hand, he was jarred as the stand owner seemed to perk up from being downright stoic to being quite friendly with the next customer. Dina looked and saw a young woman beginning to chat with the man on a first name basis. Zal was the name the merchant said, though he wasn't sure if that was just her name or an abbreviated version of it. As the girl got her treat the owner began packing things up at his shop. Dina watched as small treats began leaving the stand and set down behind it and he almost felt a pang of regret. He would have liked to try a lot more but didn't have the disposable income to splurge on deserts. He began remembering the smell of the strawberry tarts in particular and let out a sigh.

[i]'Surely you have better things to do than dream of cooked wheat Dina? Such as starting up a rallying call or something similar to it?'[/i]

Dina let go of his fantasy and let out a quick gasp. It was his pact beast. A great fire dragon Junesha. Albeit she was only an adolescent but still, in comparison to him she was much more grand than he. Letting out a sigh as he shook off the initial shock from the sudden deep voice in his mind. He had just formed the pack with the dragon maybe two or three days ago. The idea that he was no longer ever alone with anyone made him very uncomfortable and on edge at times. The dragon however was polite enough to not simply go about and speak constantly, she at least respected his privacy enough for that.

Taking the last bite of his treat he brushed his hands off on his pants and began looking across the area in the town square. [i]'I would love to Junesha, but the fact of the matter remains that now is not the best time to start any revolution. The guards are up in arms and seem to be flexing their collective muscle as we speak.'[/i]

The dragon scoffed in his mind and seemed to be growing more agitated based on the sound of her voice. [i]'Then why not speak in whispers then. That thick armor of theirs makes it difficult to hear. Perhaps the girl and man standing next to you would do fine as soldiers of warfare and espionage.'[/i] Junesha joked as her deep and ragged laugh echoed in Dina's mind. It practically scraped on his skull, showing his discomfort by gripping his head.

After the laugh he shook his mind clear. It seemed Junesha was done with her little speech. She could see and hear everything he could now that their souls were bound and whatever people were nearby it seemed would fit her idea of an army. Dina feared the next person she would suggest was the owner of the stand who had just finished placing the last bit of product away.

Dina wanted to cast away the dragon's idea, but every building must first start with a single stone. Perhaps one of these two would be able to assist in some form or fashion. Perhaps the man was skilled in some combat. Maybe the woman was more than just a pretty face, though it was hard to tell past her hood that remained down. And he needed some kind of knowledge of the city that only the locals could provide. It was his best chance to start at least somewhere.

He remained standing with his face towards the near mob that was in front of them. Now with the cavalry coming in to fix the problem it seemed it was finally going to start slowing down now that the fear factor was coming into question. “Do riots like this happen often do you think? Or was this just a one-time drunken fool parade that spilled into the square?” He asked aloud, not really pointing it towards either of the two, but wondering who between them would answer first. More importantly, how the two would react to him speaking up.