[b][centre]Krios[/b][/centre]

Having been caught up to speed with Warden affairs and having moved into his new room, Krios spent away the morning and early afternoon in tavern. It wasn’t for the sake of personal indulgence nor was it a way for him to escape the burdens which rested on his shoulders – it was a way for him to put his ear to the ground. In fact he didn’t even have a proper drink, instead sticking to water (much to the suspicion of the landlord) so that he would keep some of his wits about him; he already had a couple of cups of diluted wine that morning after all. He learnt of a few events and rumours, some he highly doubted to be true. Some that took his immediate interest were: that there was a fairly large tourney currently going on in the bannorn; that a Dalish elf had been spotted in different parts of the city; and that there had been a commotion the previous night, something to do with a local criminal and an assassin. The tourney would undoubtedly reveal some potential candidates, although Krios did not yet want to leave the city. 

Satisfied that he had spent long enough in the dusty old tavern Krios rose from his booth and threw a few coins onto the table as a tip for the barmaid. She seemed to catch him do it and so he winked at her in exchange for nice smile. As he left the building he was temporarily blinded by the light and had to raise his arm for shade. [b]“Fucking drunkards”[/b] scoffed a passer-by. Krios tried to spot the man but there were too many people about now, or least many more than there had been in the early morning when he first entered the place. Feeling a rumble in his gut now that he was up and moving, he decided to head towards the market where quickly spotted a bakery. 

The bakery was running out of a large exposed barn-like room, its large doors swung open into the large street. Inside there was only four or so people including the obvious baker, a large egg-headed fat man in a not-so-clean apron. As Krios approached a small elvish boy overtook him and ran into the bakery firmly clutching something in his hand. [b]“Hello sir! Can I have a loaf of bread please? I have the money.”[/b] The boy seemed rather excited and one could perhaps believe by his frame that it would be his first meal in days. 

The baker seemed enraged by the arrival and stepped towards the young boy. [b]“Where did you get that? You fucking stole it didn’t you?! You little shit”[/b] the baker grabbed the boys wrist and took the coins as he made the accusation. [b]“Fucking filth!”[/b] he continued as he punched the boy to the ground. The scene wasn’t exactly hard to miss and many people clearly chose to ignore it or truly didn’t care. Krios however quickened his pace. 

[b]“Please sir! I didn’t do anything!”[/b] pleaded the boy desperately as he feebly tried to scuttle backwards. 

[b]“Get up”[/b] the baker sighed as he yanked the boy back up. There was a pause and for a moment the boy thought it might be over but the baker was only holding him up for a better shot. A strong right punch would have hit the young boy and likely caused a fracture, however the punch was caught mid-flight. [b]“What the?”[/b] exclaimed the baker at the large man-paw grasping his fist. With an angry grunt Krios thrust the man’s fist into his own face, breaking his nose and sending him back a step. The baker went to fight back but Krios lunged forwards with a head-butt, sending the man toppling into a shelf. Krios didn’t relent however, instead he jabbed his palm into the man’s mouth, knocking out his teeth and then held his hand there to muffle his cries. With his other hand he grasped at the baker’s [i]other selection[/i] and begun to squeeze quite hard. 

[b]“I have little respect for thieves. Less still for those that rob children. And I have absolutely none for those that would beat them too.”[/b] hissed Krios as the man squirmed. When the pain had gotten too much for the man and he begun to keel over, Krios merely chucked him to the side. Without saying another word Krios proceeded to grab two loafs of bread, one he gave to the boy who then ran off, the other he placed under his arm as he began to casually stroll out. 

[b]“Don’t just fucking stand there! What do I pay the protection money for?”[/b] coughed the baker causing two armed men, previously unnoticed, to step out. Krios didn’t know whether it was because the men were smart enough not to fight him or whether it was just that they didn’t care, but the two men merely shrugged and allowed Krios to go on his way. As he stepped onto the fairly busy street he expected a few eyes to be upon him but instead many were drifting towards the sight of a strangely armoured man carrying what appeared to be a dalish woman over his shoulder.