[center][h3]Gaius Stronurr[/h3]
[sub]The Marketing District[/sub]

[i]This has to be the [b]hundredth[/b] time![/i][/center]

	The market district was abuzz with eager civilians, their pockets overflowing with gold as they rushed past one another like an army of ants. It was all to easy for the local thieves to pluck a coin or two from their hard-working peers, but one mischeivous little scoundrel was a little more direct in his motives. 

	"I'm so sorry, Tiffany! I'd say it won't happen again, but ah- H-Hey!" Gaius blurted as he felt Forrest's wrist attempt to squirm free of his iron grasp. The armored [i]golem[/i] of a man tightened his grip and yanked the plucky little thief, "But I'm sure we both know that it's [i]going[/i] to happen again! Ha..Ha.." With a nervous laugh, the head of his royal highness' guard handed a particularly ornate lollipop back to the candy-stall's operator while keeping Forrest as immobile as possible. His metal helmet creaked as he turned to face Forrest, holding his arm taut with perhaps just a little [i]too much[/i] force. Despite how much he despised punishing criminals, Gaius had just about had it with Forrest's shenanigans, by now. Without any further delay, he pulled Forrest away from the stall, keeping as quiet as he could manage behind the slits of his helmet.