Fiore Concentration: 14 + 2 = 16
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People just ignored the arguing pair. There was alot of festival preparation going on, so people just ignored the pair. Some may have assumed them to be an arguing father and daughter, others maybe a brother and sister. Either way, no one really cared. Things were busy and bustling, despite how small the village was, it was still a busy one. Odysseus was there beside the tavern where Firoe had left him tied, as there was a spot for people to tie up their hoses beside the tavern if they were just stopping in for a spell instead of staying for the night, that was what stables were for. 

So luckily for Fiore, before his mind could further... descend into panic and madness, the panic and madness were staved off. Maybe it was thanks to Fiore seeing his horse. Whatever the reason was, Fiore's mind would quickly ascend from panic just as quickly as it had begun to descend into it, his... loud shouting... also attracting little to no attention except maybe a stare or two from either a passing villager or guard. And speaking of guards, there was one that seemed to be waiting near Fiore's horse, leaning on the wall nearby. 

"Its not every day you see a man with a weapon as strange looking as that one." The guard was referencing the Rapier on Fiore's hip. "You don't look like you're around from these parts either, nor do you act like it. Given those qualities, how would you like the chance to... earn some coin using that sword". The guard stood up straight now, looking at Fiore, awaiting a response now.