[centre][h1]Marcus[/h1][/centre]
[@Squirrel98]
After looking through a couple of windows, Marcus finally decided on a store which seemed to have the most of the required food supplies. He tried turning the doorknob multiple times to no avail. Leaning down to examine the lock, he enquired [color=chocolate]'' You wouldn't happen to have a lockpick on you, would you Hope?''[/color]
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[centre][h1]Anya[/h1][/centre]
[@Blade17]
Anya weaved in between the sea of people, occasionally glancing back to see if Blake was following. As the crowd thickened she clutched her bag closer to her body- ironically she didn't want her stolen goods to be taken from her. Regretfully she left her compass on board, resulting in her having to turn back a couple of times once reaching a dead end. If she was on the ship, she could probably find her way using the stars but they were of no use on land. Eventually, she resolved herself to ask one of the townspeople for directions, however, due to their intoxication, they weren't of much help.

In resignation, Anya spoke[color=8493ca] ''It's a lost cause. Let's just start head back to the square. I can always look for it once we are done with the captain's mission''[/color]
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[centre][h1]Jane[/h1][/centre]
[@Squirrel98]
[color=mediumspringgreen]'' Look where you're going next time then! If you think I'm uptight that means you haven't met the aristocrats from the north''[/color] grumbled Jane. To this day she could remember how they did everything in their power to make her life a living hell and she couldn't do anything in retaliation as she didn't want to lose her job. Taking a moment to compose herself, Jane straightened up her back, before speaking again

[color=mediumspringgreen]'' The tailor on Aylesbury Glebe offers laundry services on the side. He's quite cheap but will probably open up his shop in the afternoon. Both he and the baker passed out from consuming too much alcohol not too long ago''[/color]