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Cináed's eye caught a small commotion elsewhere in the square, where a pair of odd-looking youngsters appeared to be messing with a woman with brightly coloured hair. As he watched, they emptied the contents of her purse, apparently disinterested in the gleaming coins Was that real gold? Not much, but it must've been worth more than what most muggers pulled from their victims wallets. At least by the looks of things he doubted that anyone around here would be carrying the latest iPhone.

As the tailed youths disappeared into the crowd, Cináed's eyes returned to Roxxy as she gathered her money. He overheard her shout to Scooter: 'Is gold not of value here?'

By the sounds of things, she wasn't from here either.

Deciding to at the very least get down from the steps of what appeared to be a rather prominent building and out of the spotlight of passerby's stares, Cináed moved into the square and towards Roxxy and Scouter.

"Ah, excuse me?" he began, "This is going to sound strange, but I don't suppose you could tell me where I am, could you?"