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"I'm afraid you'll have to offer me more assurance than just your word. After all, I only just met you." The woman trod carefully around the detrius of the streets gutters, coming to a stop only to allow a cart of produce to rattle across the uneven cobblestones before her. She listened to Erdu continue. "A large man you say?" The woman pursed her lips, touching a finger to them thoughtfully. "This place seems to be full of such brutes." She cast a sardonic glance back towards Jck and Vinsces as she continued on with her brisk walk.

"You say you abhore violence. Then how is it you came to master it so?" Her tone was weary and disinterested, as though she had engaged in such a conversation many times before.

It was the early afternoon now and the street sellers were in full swing, their carts and stalls lined the already narrow streets, which formed a bottleneck of eagerly jostling city folk. As they passed the enthusiastic merchants called out to them with bellowing cries like the sound of trumpets. The sumptuous scents of exotic spices and perfumes mingled with the rotten odour of waste and damp in a sickly sweet stench which trickled down the back of one's throat in the most unpleasent way.