[color=00a651]“Oh, s-sorry…”[/color] Rupal’s voice faded into a whisper as the soldiers hurried off into the town. Looking away he bit his bottom lip, now he was meeting up with them some time tomorrow and in a way that was even scarier then the idea of jumping out into the fight that could have happened. Many questions raced through Rupal’s mind; What time?, where in the market?, Would they be angry if he didn't show up?, Where was the Blacksmith?, so many question and too few answers. 

The market place was returning to a relative piece as people dismissed the scene just as abruptly as it had occurred. The stall that had been bumped into was being tended to by both the owner and the large Nayu. Rupal felt an urge to go over and help but was quick to suppress it, the big guy looked like he was pretty comfortable facing down the guards and with Rupal's record with clay products he would probably just end up breaking more of the stall.

Rupals feet gently tapped across the wooden floor beneath him, the simple rhythm calming him as he ascends the great wooden city. The crowds were growing larger but with more structure, huddling around particular stores or the group of street entertainers performing in the market. He threw a coin of his own amongst the many others piling up as he passed, not much of the act had interested him however the musician was quite good. While not the same melody he would usually enjoy Rupal found himself matching his pace to the rhythm. 

He made a lap or two of the marketplace in search of the blacksmith but still could see nothing. It was unlikely that a town as large as this was without a Blacksmith, more likely he had passed it several time and missed it. Everyone around him looked far too busy to be bother by him for directions. 

Having found little but solace in the market save music that wafted through the it, Rupal found a seat near the fountain and began rummaged through his pack. A large waterskin was produced from the bag and the quiet Oro began to drink deeply, the cool water rolling over his tongue and refreshing him. If those guards though a merchant here could help him with the curfew, surely they would also be able to point him to the blacksmith. 

[color=00a651]“Well, I can’t say this hasn’t been an uneventful trip”[/color] his voice hushed, parting his lips with the waterskin and packing it away.
[@Kibaro]