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Mertan looked at the elder paladin-like man, who stood up, speaking to the crowd. Not that the speech was very interesting to Mertan, he'd never really heard of the massacre they were talking about, neither did he really care about it. His world was here and now, and not what once were.
He turned around, to look at his bag. It seemed just as full as allways. The crowd seemed to be calming down, so Mertan felt that he should utilize this great opportunity, to sneak out the backdoor. Even though fighting had been avoided, blood would enevitably be shed, and he wasn't going to stand there and wait for it.
If the farmers did indeed rebel, they'd get trampled down by imperial legionaires, and if they didn't they'd see Artanis, the old man, the lady with the mouse and Mertan himself, as the enemies, and a knife in the back didn't sound like a nice thing.

As he backed a little back, he realized that people weren't noticing him. Who would care for an orphaned teenager anyways?
Mertan picked up his bag, and as if by a miracle, it didn't even rattle as it usually did. So with an abnormal stealth, he began sneaking back out, through the kitchen, and out into the yard. From there he'd get his mule, and get the hell out of town.

He looked around in the kitchen. Things were pretty neatly stacked, and everything was in good order. The chef was obviously a perfectionist, and when he'd seen the mouse he'd wanted to clear out the rodent. He must be a chef of great skill, because most cooks didn't care if there was a pair of rodents in the food supply.
Mertan actually regretted that he hadn't ordered something in the tavern, but things had of course changed, so he felt it was best to leave.

As he wandered through the kitchen, his eyes caught sight of a wooden cabinet, with the sign "Spices". He was instantly on the track, he wanted to see if the chef was in possesion of some of the more rare herbs, or even some of the herbs that have magical propeties...
A quick glance at the cabinet, revealed that the side wasn't reinforced very well, or actually made by good southern woodworker. Northern bunch of crap, was the best way to describe it.
He quickly went through his neatly packed satchel, and found his hammer, and a wooden nail. He placed the nail on the slight crack between the side of the cabinet, and the front. A quick hard slam with the hammer, and the first side of the cabinet was loose. Quickly Mertan made sure to do the same with the other sides of the cabinet, and then took of the side panel. He was well trained in woodworking, so it only took him a pair of seconds, as he realised he could just use his chisel, and spare his good wooden nails.

The soothing smell of spices filled the room, as he looked at the many cheramic containers, with both foreign and common spices. Mertan made sure to snatch the ones he allready knew the properties of, and then looked at the topshelf.
As he'd been suspecting, a dozen containers were set there, and they were properly sealed. Mertan quickly made sure to stove them down in his satchel. Now he'd just have to get out of the backdoor, and get to his magnificent steed!

But as destiny has it, there was 2 big dogs in the yard. When he opened the door, he quickly closed it again. He'd have to go out of the main door then.

Again, he sneaked back to the door to the main oom, and opened it up, slightly so he could see what was going on.
"Consider your welfare ... or not" The elder man said, and turned to walk away.
Quickly, Mertan made sure to step up closer to him and Artanis, people seemed to be well entertained by the knights with gleaming swords, that they didn't catch sight of him. Luckily for Mertan. So he quickly paced up behind the old man, to make sure that he could get out of the tavern. The man seemed to be influential, and thus, a good human shield.