He had almost forgotten about the town festival. If things had gone as planned, Richard would have been taking advantage of the crowds to sell goods from the farm. That was all but a distant thought. Right now, he needed to find a certain person, one of the only people in Seles that could hope to help him: Veragwen, Captain of the Seles Guard.

Even though they didn't know each other well, she was the only one he could even think of trusting. After seeing that shadow sneaking away from his home, he didn't know what to think. Someone was trying to kill him, but why? What did he ever do to anyone? What could-

A brush to his shoulder snapped him from his thoughts. Richard leaped to the side in a panic. He frantically raised his arms to protect himself and closed his eyes to prepare for the worst.

When nothing happened, he opened his eyes again. An old man with a cane was giving him a confused stare. "Are you hard of hearing or something?" he said, "I said I was sorry for bumping in to you."

Richard suddenly remembered where he was. In the middle of Seles, an assailant was unlikely to go unnoticed. Who in their right mind would commit a crime in broad daylight? He put his arms down and tried to pretend that the last few seconds didn't happen. "Oh, uh - sorry, sir." He said to the old man, "It's alright."

"Whatever" The old man said, rolling his eyes and muttering as he limped away on his cane. "Kids these day..."

Richard sighed. It was only then that he realized how ridiculous he looked. He was only making himself stand out even more by overreacting to every little thing. The person who killed him wasn't going to be an old man with a cane. Then again, he had no idea who was trying to kill him in the first place. It was why he needed to fine Veragwen and get help as soon as possible.

After a bit of searching, he finally found her just outside of a growing crowd. Vera was sitting on a bench on what he could only assume to be guard duty. Richard breathed a sigh of relief. Now he could finally get some help. He quickly made his way towards the bench.

"Vera!" he called, "Veragwen, I need-" his voice stopped and lowered when he realized that someone might be listening. "I need your help. Is there any chance you could spare a moment?"