Abinnor, 100 pieces of gold.

He kept one scaly hand gripped on the handle of his greatsword as he patrolled the streets of the plaza where the Festival of Bleda was happening. Abinnor had been given specific instructions to be on the lookout for criminals and unlawful activities. Just moments ago he had to break up a fight between two drunken brawlers in one of the small alleyways, and he had to resort to violence to break the ruffians apart, and ended up breaking a few noses and arms. Many times it was only violence that the morally lacking understood. 

His eyes looked over the crowd and few of the people gave him wary looks because of his dragon like appearance. He didn't care, he knew full well that humans and other races like them had reasons to possibly fear a dragonborn. Abinnor only cared about making sure that the law was upheld during the festival and his eyes spotted several interesting people. One was an elvish bard, another was a big hulking being who he wasn't sure what race he was of, and finally he saw an Avariel who were like elves but with wings and could fly. he made sure to keep a close eye on them encase they caused trouble, he always got a feeling when something possibly bad was about to happen and he was very rarely wrong.