Snippet #2398017

He made his way through the crowd of people, dodging crate laden carts and people alike with the ease that only comes after having grown up in such a busy town. He finished his loaf of bread as he walked and wiped the crumbs away with his sleeves, eventually making his way back to the group. "So slow! I thought you'd be at the gate by now."

“Excuse me. Larger gentleman with the sword, you wouldn't happen to be referring to those floating candles, would you?” He looked up at the man riding the carriage and arched an eyebrow. He eyed the man up and down quickly. Long coat, lots of traveling. Carriage, a man of medium wealth. Apparently unarmed so not a noble or anything along those lines. A merchant he concluded. Allan had grown up playing this game with himself and had only grown more accurate over the years. He smiled up at the man and let the scene play out. Likely he would ask for the herb they were about to get for Aisha, in hopes of discerning the Candle Hag's secret recipe. If that were indeed the case then this merchant would probably be booted out of town with a few missing teeth at the least. But Ark was the leader of this little adventure, so Allan left the ordeal to his judgement. He sat on an upturned crate and double checked his bags to make sure he had everything he needed.