[i][color=Mediumpurple]"And before you took me to bed you promised we'd be wed!"[/color][/i]

A woman ran through the town square, knocking anyone in her way to the side with a look of fury on her face.

"GO AWAY!" she screamed over her shoulder at the cloaked man, who chased after her while reciting from a large book of poetry. He leapt into a passing carriage and rolled his way out of the window without breaking his stride, keeping pace with the woman the whole way.

[color=Mediumpurple]"You said you'd pay me if I read you poems![/color] he yelled after her as she crashed into a fruit stand, sending apples all over the ground, all of which the man behind her managed to dodge successfully. The woman crashed to the ground, and the man crouched over her, book still in hand.

"What is your problem?! I'm not paying you anything!"

You could almost see the frown through the man's mask.

[color=Mediumpurple]"Wow, okay, I give you some of my best material and you just snub me? I may be a charlatan but I have standards,"[/color] he said, turning up his chin at the woman. [color=Mediumpurple]"And pooh to you, you greedy hussy!"[/color]

Lorne closed the book and walked away from the woman, hand resting on his sword as he looked over the place. So many peasants in one place, it reminded him of his youth, those were good times.

He didn't see anyone that looked much like his daughter, so this trip was a bust so far, maybe he could ask around, he was new around this area. He noticed a confrontation going down through the window of a nearby tavern and was immediately intrigued. This could be interesting to listen to, he had forgotten how peasants spoke to each-other.

Lorne pulled a scroll from his back pocket and opened it while clearing his throat. He read it loudly and clearly;

[color=Mediumpurple]"Uthinwe derslead."[/color]

The scroll turned to dust in his hands as he finished, but soon after he flickered out of view. Now invisible, he snuck into the tavern through a window, feet as soft as cat's paws, and approached the feuding group, standing only a few inches away from them as he ate a piece of bread, also turned invisible by the scroll.