[h1][center][color=e6ffcc][b]Leon Alabaster[/b][/color][/center][/h1]
[color=e6ffcc][h3][center][i]THE MOST THRILLING CAPTURE OF THE CENTURY!!![/i][/center][/h3][/color]
Leon Alabaster's muscles glistened like polished ceramic in the sun as he prised open a barrel of sweet-smelling figs. In the cool shade of the caravan master's swiftly-erected stall, a team of merchants, teamsters, and record keepers struggled to keep up with the thrumming demands of their customers. Seeing that there was no new cargo to unload, Leon took a brief rest. He wiped the sweat from his bushy beetlebrows and rotated his shoulderblades, releasing a cathartic [i]crack[/i].

[i]"[You have performed a satisfactory job this day, Sufficiently Helpful Alabaster,][/i] said the caravan master, grinning from ear to ear. [i]["It would be the least I am able to do if you were to take a small Respite Inspired By The Popular Saint Helspeth. Please, at my urging, partake of your Aftermath of the Great War of Fortress Made of Red Rock.]"[/i]

Leon chortled vigorously at the caravan master's clever joke, and graciously shook him by the left shoulder. [color=E6FFCC]"[Thank you, Owner of the party with which I had spent the past number of weeks. I will leave now and return in half of an hour. However, I must request that you do not reprimand me for taking longer than that span, whether due to my own foolishness or not!]"[/color] Whistling a jaunty tune, Leon Alabaster began making his way through the market in search of [i]something[/i] to do.


As if by some grace of God, Leon found his heart's desire almost immediately.
[i]"Stop that kid! He's a [/i]thief!" cried a man just a few yards down along the stalls. Leon broke into a brisk jog, and very nearly tackled the crier in his enthusiasm. 

"[color=e6ffcc]Where is the thief?[/color]" said Leon. "[color=e6ffcc]I am an agent of [i]justice[/i]![/color]"

As it turned out, the thief had not made it far. The prospective evildoer had, after purloining this man's goods, ran a short distance down the stalls, tackled some woman, ducked under a briefly-unoccupied market stall, and dragged the woman down with him. The sheer spectacle of it caught the eye of many a curious market-dweller, and the culprit's current hiding place was clear as day. This may just be the thing Leon needed to prove the superiority of Periset's justice system.

Leon wasted no time with theatrics or nonchalance. Quickly making his way to Raine and the boy's hiding place, Leon strategically aimed a blow at the stall's flimsy wooden slate. With a loud splitting noise, the table fell in on itself, bringing the stall's restrictive curtain down with it. With any luck, the thief and his unfortunate hostage would be too busy untangling themselves to escape. Leon swiftly thrusted his hands downward, aiming to grab both Raine and the thief by whatever he could grasp.