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Though J’torha was disappointed that the carriage was full of killjoys who wouldn’t join the song, he didn’t let it get him down, keeping the tune until the carriage jerked to a stop. 

He jumped out gratefully, clearing away from the chocobos as soon as he could, standing some distance away and getting a good look at the place. It wasn’t his first jaunt to the Silver Bazaar by any stretch, and it hardly surprised him that a swarm of seedy deals would be going on. He listened closely to the free company leader’s information - what was her name again? Lydia? Leverne? - until, of course, she went running after someone selling a tome. So they weren’t just stealing a deed, but everything [i]inside[/i] the house too? J’torha was certainly no expert in staying in one place, but everything he heard about buying and selling property said that the belongings in homes that were bought and sold would be stored somewhere, not swept up in the purchase. There must have been some wealth of stuff inside the home for the frauds to go through such trouble; either that, or they couldn’t resist another handful of gil. 

J’torha wrinkled his nose. His record might have been far from clean, but he was no thief, and had no patience for them either. To his surprise, though, none other in the party seemed concerned about the leader’s sudden dash. 

He shrugged, sighing, [color=CB3011]“I suppose this means I have to be the one to save the day.”[/color]

He took off at a jog in the direction the girl had fled, though he didn’t even have to go far to find her; just at the centre of the square, a crowd had gathered around an auctioneer on a platform, gesturing grandly at a tome and pontificating about its quality and value. The book was of less interest to him than the head of blonde hair bobbing up and down in the crowd, however, desperately trying to get the auctioneer’s attention.

Worming his way through the crowd, J’torha found the free company girl, looking like she was on the verge of tears. [color=CB3011]“What’s the panic, L-”[/color] seven hells, what was her name again? [color=CB3011]“...Lyvia? Does that book belong to you?”[/color]
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