[center][h3][u]12 Maer’s Day, Valencia,Third Era[/u][/h3][/center]
[right][b]Morning, the Free City of Mezzar[/b][/right]
[right][sub]Order of the Traveler Outpost[/sub][/right]

Waiting for her crew to appear was keeping Veira on edge, though there wasn’t much she could do about it since the misfits would arrive whenever they saw fit. As such, she decided to use her time to train with the recruits in the yard. Though, her training session was cut short when a messenger dressed in the Free City’s colors ran through the gates. “You there, I am looking for a Order Captain named,” the young man looked down at his note in hesitation, “Veira? We have a damned Elf who claims to be a Journeymen and the guards demand that he is verified by his supposed captain.” The young man instantly shrank away from the woman at the look of utter disgust and anger she had on her face. 

“You fools can’t do your jobs properly can you? Not only did I message your Captain about my incoming Journeymen, I explicitly stated that he is to let anybody who has the proper papers and sigil in. I’ll have to have a word with him later but for now, let’s go have a word with the prison guards before I cut your fucking tongue out in anger,” She said with her hand on her sword. Veira knew full well that the guards stopped the man, who was most likely Shayzani, purely because he was an elf. However, she also knew that she had to calm down unless she wanted to make a tense situation even worse. The guards were already on edge with the Festival and she had no desire to get on their bad side.

She and the messenger marched out of the Outpost, heading straight for the prison, when she noticed a man milling around the Outpost. He worse the sigil of the Order yet obviously wasn’t working, the perfect person for her to drag along to be backup in case things go sour in the prison. “You there, Journeyman!” Her shout startled the crowd milling in the streets, drawing more than a few stares though they only lasted a few seconds. “You are going to come with me since you aren’t busy. I’ve got some business to take care of at the Prison and I’d prefer to have somebody with me while I’m doing it. Hurry up.” She turned heel and followed the messenger once more, leaving the Journeyman behind as she moved on.

[right][sub]Central Market[/sub][/right]

The Market was bustling as usual and, though it was only morning, a few stalls had sold out of their normal stock and begun pressing into their backup stock. Many bought food and drinks, rushing to watch the combat in the arena, met with friends to talk about how time had passed, and trade their wares from outside the city. The tight crowds created a terrible smell, the smell of unwashed men and women who were too busy working the fields to care about washing. But it also created a prime setting for thieves and scoundrels to swindle the common folk. It didn’t take long before the scream for the guards erupted from the crowd. “Stop that man, Guards! He has stolen something of great value from me!” Whoever it was that was yelling was hidden among the crowd but the thief certainly wasn’t as men and women stumbled out of the way to avoid him. 

It was by luck that the man had actually managed to steal from a rich person mingling among the common folk. However, it was certainly not their luck which drew them into the path of Daveon. The halfling was directly in the path of the thief, both unaware of the other until the thief narrowly avoided completely running over him. Instead, he managed to knock into Daveon’s left side and cause the bread which he had been eating to fall into the dry dirt of the market. “Watch where you are going you fucking midget,” Was the only response the thief had as he once again broke into a full run. 

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