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Poor and wretched things these local merchants were. Covered in dirt and seemingly desperate to sell even the smallest of tools to gain a quick coin, Dina could only look on with a sense of depression and desire to help. Yet with what he had on him there was little he could do. Barely a bag full of coins, he could not give it out to each of them and make sure all of those he saw were taken care of. Plus he had no idea what situations would arise that would cause him to need the gold. Perhaps some check in station by the guards or other things similar to that. Any chance the empire could take that would gain them an extra way to tax the less fortunate the better for them.

As he continued on his way, a large crashing sound of glass behind him. Based on how far, he assumed it was by the inn. A large crowd began rushing over to try and see what the commotion was about and they nearly knocked Dina over to try and get a closer look. Keeping his balance, he followed the rest of the people to the inn and noticed two men run away from the scene itself. He wasn't sure what the reason was for but he assumed it wasn't anything good. 

Once he arrived he saw the damage that had been done. Glass strewn about and even more damage it seemed inside the inn itself. It looked like the guards had moved in and began beating down the random patrons there to try and find answers. Why bother wasting time asking questions when you can just punish everyone for just being within ear shot of the incident. Dina silently sighed to himself, thankful that he made the choice to not stay around the inn and become a part of the unwarranted shake down of the entire building.

Yid guards began pushing people away from the inn, trying to quiet the outrage for the scene taking place inside. Knowing it was better to not get involved with the scene, Dina slowly slipped away and began heading off towards a small stand where pastries were sold. Keeping his eyes on the scene still going on, he suddenly heard a large cough behind him and turned around.

The stand owner was looking at Dina with a bit of an agitated look on his face. He pointed down at the stand in front of him to point out the reason for his agitation. It seemed that in his moment of lapsed focus Dina had crushed one of the sweet breads that was near the edge of the table with his hands, turning it into more so into what seemed to be a plate then something that would be placed on one itself.

Dina gave an apologetic look and began reaching for his coin purse. The owner held out his hand and sighed. “That one was worth eight gold pieces sir.” Dina quickly threw up a questionable look, as if to argue the price. Instead of giving a reason the owner quickly pulled his fingers in to say that he needed the money quickly. Dina rolled his eyes and provided the necessary coin for the treat. An expensive one at that.

“Are sweet breads normally that expensive here in Veganshi?” Dina asked as he decided to lean on one of the poles that held the small roof over the stand to keep the sun away. The owner continued to count the coins in his hand rather than answer immediately. Once he saw that all eight were there, he pocketed the money and turned to the man standing next to him.

“Blame the empire for that. Normally I sell them for five. But with the recent spike in prices for things such as sugar and wheat I have been forced to raise my own. It costs a man almost twenty coins to buy a bag of flour now. And between you and me I think they have shrunk the bags now. They weigh less in my arms when I carry them home.” The owner said as he took the bread that Dina had squashed and ripped it in half, handing half of it to him. Dina raised an eyebrow to the man, who shrugged his shoulders at him. “I figured you paid for it so you should enjoy some of it.”

Dina laughed as he took his half and watched as the man ate the other. In front of them the scrum was still taking place and it seemed more people were getting pushed away violently by the soldiers. Dina took his bite and shook his head. “What is the point of all this violence. Surely there's a point to it all.”

“There is never a point to violence. All I know is two men flew from out of that window after getting into a fight in there. My bet is that someone didn't pay up after a bet or something. These hunters have been getting very antsy with the soldiers around and keeping them from going out when they want to hunt. They start tournaments in the inn on who can drink more or who is the strongest,” The owner said as he laughed to himself. “Sometimes both at the same time.”

The two shared a laugh at the last comment and watched the guards clear the area out from in front of the inn. Dina continued to eat his bread while the owner handled some more customers for the moment. No telling what actually happened in that place, but surely there had to be some reason. Shrugging it off for the moment, he began enjoying the treat in his hand. It was still surprisingly fluffy even after being crushed under his own hand. Dina felt he would have to ask the owner's secret later on if he had the chance before he left the city.