[centre][h1]Jane[/h1][/centre]
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Jane scanned the crowd taking everything in. So far nothing seemed out of place and Jane was growing more agitated with every passing minute. Even the rowdiest drunks seemed somewhat well-behaved and she couldn't blame anything on them. The pearls in her apron seemed as heavy as steel as she tried to nitpick on even the smallest of offences. As Jane ventured into the crowd, she felt something push her to the ground.

As soon as she realised what happened, Jane scoffed:[color=mediumspringgreen]'' I certainly hope that you are intoxicated. Otherwise, I won't hesitate to report you to the guard for disruption of peace[/color]''. Ignoring the man's hand she stood up and began to shake off the dirt from her dress, not noticing that the contents of her apron spilt out onto the street. After a few seconds, she gave up deciding to wash it once she returned to her sleeping quarters. Taking another look at the man, Jane spoke coldly [color=mediumspringgreen]'' I haven't seen you in these parts before. What brings you here?''[/color].

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[centre][h1]Marcus[/h1][/centre]
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Marcus stopped to consider his options. Despite the crew's tendency to get in trouble, it was less likely to happen when they were grouped together. Since he has ordered them to do so, they were unlikely to start fights with the civilians. As for the supply run, he preferred to work alone but the list was quite long this time around. It would be practical to have another pair of hands to help carry everything. With his mind made up, Marcus answered: [color=chocolate]'' Follow me, you can carry some of the supplies.''[/color].

Turning on his heel, he ventured into the city without waiting for Hope to follow.