Argurios went into the shop, to which the grey man pointed him towards. The shop was not so big, but it was open, and to Argurios that was all that mattered. 
“Hello. How may i help you” Said a voice, from a room, behind the counter. Argurios wanted to answer, but quickly changed his mind about it. He decided to trust no one in this town. Andi f he is going to buy from some merchant, and then at least he wants to see the man. After a couple of moments the shopkeeper came. “So what do y-. Oh my apologies i didn’t know you were a foreigner. I might not have everything you need, but i most certainly have the basics. Would you also like to sell something?” The shopkeeper eyed Argurios from top to bottom. Everything about the young orc screamed he was not from this town, and that he spent last days in the wild. Though there was little traveller visits lately. The shop keeper liked them. They brought him pelts of rare animals and herbs that were not wide spread. 
Argurios did the same. For a moment he didn’t answer, he just stood there looking at the shopkeeper and the shop itself. After a few moments he was pleased and felt he could partly trust this man. “I have a small list of the items I need.” Argurios said with a low calm voice. He passed the list to the shopkeeper, who took it and gave it a quick look. “Hm… I have most of these. But all of this will cost quite allot. Around twenty silver pieces.” The shopkeeper said and glanced at the younger orc. Knowing the price was too high; he was hoping to swindle the youth. “I’m not dumb. Ill gives you 12 silver pieces and not a copper piece more. Even that is more than enough for what I ask. “Argurios said through his teeth. He could hardly control his temper. Its understandable that a merchant sets a higher price, which is then negotiated, but never twice as high as the appropriate price. Argurios had a strong urge to just leave the shop. But then again he would need to find another and that ill-suited him. His right hand slowly began to move to his side. Where he had a small money pouch, but in front of it was his father’s hunting knife. The shopkeeper noticed the movement, only to him it seemed that the orc was reaching for his knife and not the money pouch. “Ha no need, let’s say ahm… um….. The original price was a joke. 9 silver pieces should be more than enough. Let me just quickly gather the items.” The shopkeeper scurried back into the back room. 
Argurios was surprised but the shopkeepers’ reaction, but it didn’t bother him. Now he had to pay even less than before. Dipping his hand into the pouch he felt for the nine silver pieces, and then he sat down and waited for the merchant to come with his order.
After a while the merchant came back, with a big leather sack on his back. Dropping it on the counter, he began to name things from the list while pulling it from the sack and then putting them back inside. After he was done he looked at Argurios with fearful eyes, hoping the orc would pay his part. Argurios was pleased with his order and handed the nine silver pieces to the shopkeeper. Though there was one thing he didn’t understand. In the bag there was everything that was on the list. But little before, the merchant said he didn’t have some of the items. “Is something wrong? Would you like anything else?” The shopkeeper asked. Hoping that the orc would leave as soon as possible. “No nothing more. This is enough. Thank you. May the sun shine upon you.” Argurios said as he turned around to leave the shop. He was still mad at the man, but his father always said that curtesy was important when trading. Just before he stepped through the door the shopkeeper called. “There are certain items in there that you requested, but are banned from our town and shops. So I would be grateful if you would not tell of it to anyone.” Argurios smiled. “Don’t worry the secret is safe with me.” With that said he walked out of the shop.

As he stepped out on the street Argurios noticed Brisa on the other side in an alley, with her were two boys. One he knew the other he did not. For a moment Brisa looked at him then turned away. Argurios found it odd, but soon after he noticed the two priests walking towards him. In that moment he realised what was going on. Just as he was about to dash forward into a sprint fear touched him. He stopped in his movement. For a moment he couldnt move, and Argurios did not understand why. Then he heard one of the priests yell at him. “Halt Orc” The priest rushed at him. The yell freed Argurios from the spell. He looked around, and noticed Brisa and Aiden were still, and full of fear. “Damn” He cursed under his breath. Argurios had a need to run to his companions, but in between them, the two priests stood. Not knowing what to do next adrenalin rushed him, and his orc blood rushed through his body. Grabbing the war axe, he ran forward. Swinging at the first priest he missed. The pries set leaped backwards with surprising speed and agility. Using the force from the swing Argurios rammed into the second priest. They bought fell, but Argurios side rolled and got to his feet. Now bought priests were out of his way. Argurios sprinted forward towards his companions. “RUN!” he shouted at the top of his voice. AS he came closer he grabbed Brisa and put her on his shoulder. Then he grabbed Aiden by his arm and ran into the alley, pulling Aiden behind him.

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Dreknor was on his way towards the church, knowing there would be others. As he was running a silent thought came to his mind, a message of some sort. “Stop youth. Running through town. Half orc. Important artefact. Bring it. Kill everyone.” Though Dreknor didn’t exactly know from where did this thought come from, neither did he understand the strong felling to follow it. But after a few moments this was the only thought he had. He had forgotten about his companions, being broken in an alley. He stopped in his tracks, and for a moment stood completely still. Then ran through the streets towards the small group of children, it seemed like he knew exactly where they were although he didn’t see them. Something in his head was telling him where they are and how to get there. 

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The Grey man was moving along the streets. He had already built three fire piles. All inside old deserted house. Now he was rushing to the last one. Setting them all on fire will distract the townsfolk and enforcers will be forced to help. With this he would help the children escape the town and hopefully the priestess would not notice, that the youth has some artefacts of the evil god. On his way through the streets, he noticed that there were lots of fights around town. For some reason the enforcers attacked the foreigners. In most cases the enforcers had little problem. But here and there, there were cases when enforcers were getting pummelled. But to grey man this also meant he was running out of time. No doubt the enforcers had already attacked the young orc as well. Though grey man was sure he would not be easy to capture, he was still a young unexperienced man. Though enforcers had little experience as well, they were grown men who were enchanted. Grey man cursed and used an old spell that would enhance his speed and agility, but he was not sure how long would it last neither the cost he will pay. When young he used such skills and spells with ease, but now when he is old and frail, these skills and spells are harder and more costly to use each time.