"I've never been that far away from the citadel, or from the city in general." Slowly the red-hooded man approached the doorstep. "At least nobody knows me here, right?" His eyes wandered, observing the streets behind him, making sure he still was being watched. "You two can wait outside. Trust me it's better that way." He couldn't see his companions, but he was sure that they where still following him. "Not my first choice of shops, but I'm doing this for the people."

Qickly he opened the door and and stepped inside. As he was doing so the hood of his tattered red cape was blown back, revealing his face. A blue eye glared from underneath his wild medium-long blonde hair. The other eye was covered by a dragon-head shaped silver eyepatch that had no straps and seemed to be directly embedded within the eyehole. A burn-scar stretched from his left cheeck across the missing eye to his forehead. The thin mouth beneath his blonde mustache and above his chin beard didn't show any sign of a smile, nor a frown. He was wearing a black sleeveless leather vest with a white fur-collar. He wore a necklace with counless teeth on them, too pointy to be human, but too small for animal teeth and on his chest was something that looked like a crest or a medal showing a silver rose. His belt was covered with stakes made out of a shiny metal, probably silver.

But if someone would look at him they wouldn't see any of this on first sight. There was something on him that pulled attention on it, and it wasn't the tattoo of a wyrm on his right shoulder. No, it was his whole left arm. At first glance it looked like he was wearing armor, but it wouldn't take too long to see that his arm and hand where entirely mechanical. A complex construct of silver clockwork could be seen beneath the plates that held the arm together. On both wrists, mechanical or not, the stranger was wearing two little crossbows, while the right one was strapped on, the left one was carefully crafted into the mechanical hand.

The stranger took a look through the shop and had to shrug as his sight fell on some knives and swords. He shook his head to get the bad thoughts out of it. Then he placed one fist on his heart and did a short wave with the other without even looking to whom. "Sanguniem erit..." His voice was mature, the voice of a soldier or even a general. -You stupid moron- he thought to himself. -This is not the citadel, nobody will understand your gibberish, let's try that again- "Hello, do you sell quicksilver by any chance?"