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Now, the assignment for this day was over. It was by then, that Reinhardt started his journey to the market. 
The past days were very chaotic and quite frankly, Reinhardt was sick of hearing these news. When the fight at the market happened
he was nowhere nearby as he was off duty that day and did not visit the market at all. Obviously he deeply regrets that decision, because otherwise he might have been able to help. Hell, he would definetly have been able to help. Today seems like it would become better though, despite the fact that the day started quite roughly for the old man. He stood up quite early in the morning, as he always does. Quickly picking up and putting on his uniform as a Royal Guard was almost routine by now, although his membership of the guards wasn´t too long yet. When Reinhardt looked into the mirror, he could only see himself as a confident, muscular man. Quite intimidating to anyone who was no good fighter. He really grew to like his new uniform. The white coat with its rather large collar did look quite impressive after all. It showed his status, though that was nothing of his concern.
Once he reached the headquarters for his briefing, he had heard stories of an attempted robbery and the fight at the market. Those news really upset Reinhardt, he was not able to do a thing. However his mood lightened up slightly after hearing today´s mission: Looking over the market to make sure nothing else happens there. This would normally not be a duty for someone like Reinhardt, but today they would rather send a stronger guard to take care of the situation. A simple,
[color=f7941d]"Yes, Sir!"[/color], was Reinhardt´s reply to the mission. Without any hesitation, he made himself on his way.

When he would finally reach the market, it was already quite packed with people. Despite the incident yesterday, there doesn´t seem to be too much concern within the public eye. However, saying that everything was normal would be a lie.
The huge old man simply walked down the streets, his giant hammer always on his back. There were days where he would not take it with him, but this day he felt he needed this extra bit of weaponry he had to offer.
Some attention was drawn to him, due to his figure and uniform but it was clear that he was no threat to anyone who had no bad intentions. 
It really took him a while, but finally Reinhardt spotted someone who seemed odd. Reinhardt did not want to prejudice anyone, but there was a man whose uncommon outfit made him somewhat suspicious. On top of that, with all the experience Reinhardt had, he could feel that this person was not a commoner. He was a strong fighter. This hooded man wore robes and had a staff on his back. On top of that, he was blindfolded with what seemed to be some sort of bandages. Despite this, Reinhardt wanted to judge for himself whether he had hostile intentions or not. Which is why, the big guy just walked right in front of the monk-like figure to cut off his path.
[color=f7941d]"Greetings, friend. You don´t seem to be from here? Would you mind to share your reason for being here in our wonderful capital?"[/color]
Reinhardt spoke in a friendly yet stern tone, looking down upon him because of his size. Yet, he had quite the friendly smile on his face and his one still functioning eye was focused on the mysterious man.