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As the town's gates opened there seemed to be plenty of people gawking at the sight of the duo, the ork and the woman. Many of the merchants keep to themselves not wishing to draw upon their attention and those few guards who allowed them to enter did not come to their aid in order to help with the injury.

"Hey, move aside, move aside!" A loud and mouthy feline pushed his way past a few of the market goers only to look around at the scene before him and more specifically at the ork and his female traveling companion. Serratz the Feline Provocative would not engage them but simply gasped and watched on from a distance.

It would seem that many of the market goers would not act but Bigsby turned up with his mammoth sized hat atop his head and a strange staff in his gnarled grip. "Injuries upon the road as of late are becoming more common. I'm surprised that either of you did not take a safer route to arrive here." Bigsby reached deep inside his robe and produced a single clay potion bottle which had a tag of a stag sitting upon its neck.