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Romel wandered through the vast Mintold capital, deep in thought over his predicament. The caravan leader had told him that the foreigner had come from Mintold, the capitan of the ship had told him that a similar sounding traveler had said that he hailed from the Mintold capital. However, Romel had not expected it to be this hard to find who he was looking for. There were so many people here, many more than Romel had ever seen in one place. Now he had started to doubt that his plan of simply searching faces until he found the right one was not going to work.

So now he was at a loss, he had not expected it to be this hard. Nor, had he expected it to be this hot. The heat from the sun bore down on him like that of a bonfire. He was unaccustomed to it and it was uncomfortable. He missed the biting wind against his chest. The sting of small snow particles as they struck his skin. Being outside was like being inside and being inside was like being in the sun itself. No, he did not like this climate.

So he walked through the city, deep in his thoughts. Trying to come up with idea of how to find his brother’s killer. Trying to ignore the annoying and strange climate. Growing more and more annoyed with each step. Until, that is, his shoulder bumped into someone, sending them to the ground.

Romel, unfazed, continued on. Hardly noticing the encounter. The small group of men, having recently been scared off by a guard after making a scene a the local tavern, were also not keen on looking where they were going. The man on the edge of the small group got up quickly yelling “I’ll kill you sonofabich watch…..” he trialed off as Romel turned around to face him, the warrior tribesman's appearance enough to shut him up.

Romel stalked back toward the man and the group. The man’s hostile tone had gotten his attention, he had finally found himself a distraction. “Hey….” The man started in a soothing tone. “My bad I…” The man was interrupted as Romel kicked forward, striking the man in the knee with his heel. The mans knee bent backward and was accompanied by a sickening crack. He immediately started to scream, but was stopped as Romel’s fist hit him squarely on the side of his head. Knocking him to the ground. Jarred, the man crumpled into the ground as only a soft moan escaped from his lips.

Unfinished, Romel used his foot to turn the man onto his back. Then he laid his metal clad boot across the moaning man’s throat and slowly began to apply pressure. Gurgling sounds started to come from the mans throat as he waived his hand in the air, trying to grasp the foot.

“Hey get off my brother!” A cry erupted from another of the men, as they were now squarely focused on the scene playing before them. A few of them had begun to back away slowly, hoping that the strangely clad man who was now suffocating their friend did not see them. The man who had shouted however, motivated by the pain of his kin, rushed at Romel. The man thrust his upper body forward, planning on tackling Romel off of his brother.

Romel was tipped off by the exclamation however, and managed to pivot, shifting his weight on the downed man’s throat. Romel ended up, in essence, close-lining the attacker with the spiked section of his gauntlet that covered his forearm. The man fell to the ground much in the same fashion as his brother, clutching his now broken and bleeding face while he cried out in pain.

Romel smiled under his helmet as he continued applying pressure to the downed man‘s throat. Yes, this was proving to be a good distraction for him.