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The civilians watched in abject terror as the fight unfolded. Asides from one woman, none even bothered to lift a finger, instead cowering in their stalls. The one woman who had picked up arms against the ruffians had since dropped her makeshift weapon and backed away, staring down at the unconscious ratfolk before her. The gruff tones of the mystic did little to soothe the crowd, not that it was her intention, but the tiefling's apology and subsequent psionic power brought some comfort to those nearby. The woman retrieved her staff, placing it at her booth, although her fingers still trembled from the exhilaration of the fight.

If any of the townsfolk cared about the blatant looting they saw before them, they said nothing, instead returning to the business of the day, carefully watching their step on the icy sheet that covered the road. The merchants seemingly ignored the shortsword and crossbow as they skittered across the ice, although one woman did reach down to retrieve them, perhaps to sell for later. The commoners began to mull about their business as the bodies were searched, some leaving the street and a few turning onto it. Those who entered immediately saw the gruesome sight before them and left, not wishing to deal with this sort of situation. 

Ulor's search for wares brought little in the way of results, but as his threat sounded, one of the merchants stepped forward. "I-I have some incense. No censers though... I fear the incense may have been ruined by the ice, along with most of my other wares..." He looked back at his stall forlornly. "I can sell you some. 25 gold." The cost was obviously overpriced, especially with the condition that the incense was in, but the man seemed less than willing to lower his price, even though it was worth less than half that amount.

As the bard finished her statement, a man dressed in regal-looking robes that seemed far out of place entered the street, flanked by a handful of guards. "What is the commotion here? I heard that someone had been murdered." His gaze fell on the kurjian whose visage was still covered in blood. "You obviously appear guilty. Guards, please detain the cat." The guards began to approach, walking slowly on the sheet of ice that separated them from the party.