Something akin to a 'yup' left Ralph's mouth as he disappeared into the crowd. Ren made his way towards the last location of the light, pushed from side to side by the others nearby until he was finally allowed to the front of the group, where he could see the line-up completely toppled by a large man with short, light blue hair, and a set of oddly designed armor, tinted with darker shades of blue around the layered shoulder pads, and smooth breastplate. His armor revealed small portions of his body, looking more mobile than defensive, but that wasn't the weird thing about it, it was that fact that he was [i]wearing armor.[/i] Nobody in the village ever needed to wear something so gaudy, or ready for combat. It was a peaceful place, without any ruffians to attack its people. Hell, Thievery was practically extinct, save for the few troublemakers running about and taking the occasional bun or sweet treat! 

	The blue-clad man's face was also covered with a black mask that revealed only a small strip of skin underneath his left eye, like it's been cut by a knife. There was a scar, but it didn't look like a cut at all, it looked like he was burned, or his skin had rotted in a strange, swirly pattern in the small section below his neon blue eyes. The man made his way to the front of the line, shoving people aside until he was face to face with Laura on the small pedestal. She looked up at the 6 foot man in shock, and reeled back, clutching her book tightly. The strange man whispered something to the frightened author, prompting her to shake her head in protest. Something was definitely not right here, and the crowd knew it almost immediately.

	"Hey!" Somebody shouted, "What are you doing to Laura?"