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The blue haired Fafafono looked up when he was addressed, arms crossed and a permanent scowl on his face. His distaste with the crowd was all too obvious, his interest in the negatives. Despite that, he still threw a glance once in a while, half-listening, half-judging. 

[color=yellow]"Of course not,"[/color] He scoffed, thinking little of A’lythana's comment. [color=yellow]"You're more likely to find a crowd like this in the city or Vesper Bay. Place is deader than a pirate thrown overboard, but suddenlt some folks bring in merchandise and the bazaar lights up with would-be 'treasure hunters' and the like."[/color] 

He shook his head as he stared at the crowd disapprovingly. [color=yellow]"I'll bet most of that was stolen from some idiot who let their guard down. What with the recent surge of robberies and the like, Ul'dah's corruption is seeping into other parts of the land."[/color]

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Lyveva stopped long enough to look at J'torha, her expression torn between what could be construed as horror and a much more obvious helplessness. She looked like she could burst into tears at any moment, clutching one book for dear life with her left hand.

[color=fff79a]"N-No,"[/color] Despite the lack of tears, the girl was clearly having a hard time. [color=fff79a]"And th-that's the w-worst part! It isn't m-mine! Or anyone's! I have to g-get them all back!"[/color] Her teary expression changed to one filled with dread. [color=fff79a]"If I don't get them back, I can never show my face to the FC again. Never. Never ever. Because I'll be murdered in my sleep!"[/color] 

She paused for a second, suddenly realizing something. [color=fff79a]"Lyveva! Not Lyvia!"[/color] She seemed a little peeved, but it quickly went away. [color=fff79a]"Maybe that's what I'll change my name to when I flee the country..."[/color]

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The Hellsguard didn't seem surprised to be addressed, looking over Theodore with an interested expression. After a few seconds of drumming up some sort of judgement in his head, he brought a hand to his chin as he took a moment to consider his words. He stayed silent for some time, almost to the point where one would wonder if he was truly thinking of a response.

Fortunately, he did have something for the hyur. [color=yellow]"I can't say I've heard of anyone like that specifically, but it does sound like something the Merchants of Mercy would do,"[/color] He chuckled darkly at the end of his sentence, though it faded into a sigh. [color=yellow]"There's been a lot of pockets picked and carriages stolen lately, all in the name of gaining more coin. Now that you ask, however, I think I did see someone like that recently."[/color]

He gestured towards one of the buildings. [color=yellow]"Yesterday there was someone with that description asking for Kikipu and her lot to sell some goods on his behalf. He didn't have a uniform, but he did have two scars. I can't guarantee it's the same person, but what are the odds?"[/color]