Kannet slowly made his way through the market streets, pausing occasionally to look at wares. Though his pace was still quite sluggish, he was glad that he could move mostly unhampered now, as the children who had gathered around for the small sweets that he always carried with him to hand out to them had mostly dispersed as soon as the supply of candy ran out. He was on his way to the town's central square, where he had deemed to preach his many wise thoughts, but as he turned a corner to exit the market he heard a somewhat loud scuffle from an alleyway nearby. Approaching the alley in question, he observed some breed of goblin, rummaging through a sack as a man, injured and unconscious, lay on the ground behind him. To any other man what had happened here would be obvious- a goblin had assaulted and robbed this innocent old man- but Kannet prided himself in the fact that he was never so quick to judge, and so he approached the goblin in question, in such a way that his end of the alleyway was blocked in case the goblin were to attempt that exit without conversation. 
     "My greetings to you, good sir. I heard some sort of scuffle this way, and wished to inquire as to what might be the matter." 
     He crossed his arms behind his back, staring the Goblin down with a no-nonsense look as he awaited the man's answer.