Silas wandered into town, rucksack slung over one shoulder and nodded respectfully to the city guard. It was better not to look like a suspicious character when just arriving, as they tended to follow a person to ascertain their intentions. Today was a business trip for the young man however, as he'd finally hunted down a couple of rare creatures. Their pelts would see for a fair bit of coin, Silas knew. They contained magic, one from an Ice wolf, that when made into a garment never let its wearer feel the frigid air, a fire fox, whose fur was particularly useful as gloves. Many blacksmith revered the pelts because they never burned! And a couple of other rarities littered the bag. Silas was feeling particularly hopeful this night, knowing he'd had quite the haul.

Yet it seemed the landscape had changed, for Silas had sworn he'd entered the North market. Yet he never saw a sign, just more labeled for the East market. Confusing as it was, all Silas was looking for was a pawn shop to hawk his wares. If he couldn't find the right price there, there were a few textile markets that would salivate over his pelts. He saw a particularly inviting one with a large sign that clearly described it as a pawn shop. He made a path for it and stepped through, enjoying the feel of real warmth after a long time in the wilderness. Silas followed after a woman who had seemed to be upset, but he have rather minded his own business until his business was through. Although she had been extraordinarily pretty...