Acrius held a deluge of different meals from across the realm. He couldn't take his pick so he just took a small portion of whatever interested him. Onlookers would look and wonder why the boy was sat there, staring at his array of foods. The problem he faced now was the crippling indecision on what to start with. All of it just seemed tantalizing, from the smell to the presentation. There was no real way he could pick one to start with. A sigh escaped his lips as he held one of the skewered meat- which he was informed was a kebab, up the night sky. 

[i][color=#FF9900]Godsdamn it, fine, Kebab shall be the first to fall,[/color][/i] Acrius finally thought. His eyes landed on a rooftop as he took a bite, the boy could swear that he saw movement. [i][color=#FF9900]A trick of the light? The effects of shite booze?[/color][/i] It couldn't have been, he hasn't drank. Acrius slammed the kebab onto the plate as his eyes scanned the rooftops. Nothing, not a single tile out of place nor any odd shadows. He unconsciously tightened the loose weapon on his belt. Perhaps he was overreacting, but it's best he kept a wary eye, just in case. He motioned for a young boy, likely an orphan due to his garb, to come towards him and offered him his plate of food with a smile before he set off to ease his suspicions.

Acrius patrolled the trade square with a quick pace. Most of the citizens were drunk- he figured it through their ale-addled breaths or general demeanor. Anyone suspicious likely wouldn't participate in such revelry- atleast that was his thought process. His eyes swam through the crowds, looking for individuals who stood out. He spotted a man suspiciously squatting around a corner. [b][color=#FF9900]"Hey, you, what are-"[/color][/b] Acrius pulled at his shoulder as the man turned around and puked on the floor. He dodged out of the way at the last second, unluckily some of the vomit got onto his leather boots. [b][color=#FF9900]"Ugh- never mind. Avoid stuffing your throat with so much ale you that vomit on the next person trying to converse with your pathetic self."[/color][/b] He hissed before leaving the man to continue emptying out his innards.

It would take him tens of minutes as he questioned and even wrestled with some drunk denizens of the city. Some soldiers only cooperated when he flashed them his sigil. Other citizens tried to look manly to women they wanted to impress only to be left embarrassed by Acrius as he easily layed them flat and the women they were courting now took a liking towards the boy. Women were the most uncooperative as most tried to get him to stay with them and drink for a 'fun night'. Acrius made it a point to escape their clutches as soon as it was possible. As his search continued, thoughts of him overreacting began surfacing. However, his fears would proven to be true.

A large platter of food and wine was ready to be served to the Prince. Acrius caught a drunk man passing by the tray and cup, the drunk man dripped some clear liquid onto the chicken and wine before 'stumbling' away. It was too practiced, too 'real' to be an actual drunk. A servant came to serve the food before Acrius threw the platter of food onto the ground and emptied out the wine onto the floor. A few, tipsy- near drunk, onlookers and the servant looked at him like he was some abstract painting.

[i][b][color=#FF9900]"Listen,"[/color][/b][/i] Acrius grabbed the servant's arm and flashed his sigil to the servant as he kept his eyes on the 'drunk man', [b][color=#FF9900]"The food's tainted. Inform Prince Leonidas that 'Acrius think there's danger and to NOT eat the food'. Got it?"[/color][/b]

"Uh- Ehrm, Yes milord!" The servant sputtered before bowing profusely and making his way to the prince deliver Acrius' very crude message. Hopefully Prince Leonidas would understand.

Acrius began following the 'drunk man', trying his best to tail him while remaining inconspicuous. This wasn't his forte, he was no Zatana after all; clearly shown when he almost gave himself away a few times. With a mix of lack and lax concentration, he remained undetected. The man slipped into a dark street corner. There was no real way for him to follow whilst remaining hidden. As such he took the most Acrius' way to handle it and approached the man from behind, sword drawn. With one motion, the sword was next to the man's neck, above his right shoulder. The man held his hands up.

"Who do you think you are pointing a sword at me!?"

Acrius simply held his sigl in his left hand as the man looked back at him.

[b][color=#FF9900]"Sobered up quickly, eh?"[/color][/b] Acrius said in his usual manner, [b][color=#FF9900]"Just some routine questions from one of the Royal Guards. What did you put into the food, speak quickly."[/color][/b]

"I- It was nothing! I'm one of the serv- chefs! That way simply soy sauce, sir!"

[b][color=#FF9900]"Soy sauce... then you wouldn't mind tasting it for me. As a man who loves food, you wouldn't mind, right?"[/color][/b]

"Ah, no, I couldn't-"

Acrius swiped at his pouch and eyed the vial with clear liquids. The man unsheathed his hidden daggers while turning counter-clockwise to swipe at him. Acrius leaned back and dodged the dagger, also coated with a clear liquid. Acrius jumped backwards a fair distance and steadied his stance as he properly gripped his short sword. 

[b][color=#FF9900]"Who in the hells are you?"[/color][/b] Acrius said, [b][color=#FF9900]"You know what, forget it. I'll get it out of you one way or the other."[/color][/b]