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[b]Coinage:[/b] 8 Silver, 5 Copper
[list][*]The (shredded) clothing on his back.
[*]A fur cloak.
[*]Untanned boar skin.
[*]Leather Belt
[*]Knight's Shield
[*]Knight's Dagger
[*]Knight's Longsword
[*]Dwarf's Polearm
[*]Rope
[*]Some preserved food
    Enough for two people to last a few days.
[*]Roll of what seemed to be a mat of thick fur, likely for sleeping on
    Comfortable, but only one.
[*]A heavy looking fur/cloth blanket.
    Cozy, warm and heavy. Good for sleeping in colder climates.
[*]Communication horn
    Made from bone, hollow and likely used for communication.
[*]A small pot and a ladle
[*]Frozen canteen of water
[*] Map of the Under roads.
    A map detailing some routes used by the Dwarves and Shadow Elves to travel in their subterranean homes. Its not entirely complete, but it at least shows the routes to the two most notable settlements and several other places of note. Unless you travel off the paths, you probably won’t get lost.
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But when Raezel glanced towards where Isidore had been, the Urutha girl wouldn't find him.

It had been amusing, if nothing else, listening to the natural audacity of the kid. If he had been the same age as her, her dismissive attitude towards the value of a sharp edge would be enough of an excuse to start throwing hands, but with his perspective and his inexperience with the world, it was enough to simply accept her words as the common sense of a child living in a magically-rich society. She hadn't seen what Sorcha and Railey were capable of, just as how he had yet to see what Rullphana was capable of. Time will tell, naturally, whether it was through sword or sorcery that the face of warfare was shaped.

Though no matter the fascinating nature of this one-sided discourse, Isidore remained aware of his surroundings. Raezel was heading for the outskirts of the market, and considering the time of day, the crowds were smaller than they were a few hours ago. Gloomhaven was no modern day city, after all, no city that never slept. It was a city with less distractions as well. No smartphones to cause one to look down, no neon advertisements pulling at your vision. There was no reason then, for a hooded Sirithen to make a beeline towards a very loud, very visible Raezel. Within the few seconds he had to make a decision, however, Isidore decided not to act yet.

Having her purse stolen would make it a teachable moment about the awareness one ought to have about their surroundings. Having her stabbed by a jilted lover would also be a teachable moment, a moment regarding the efficacy of a sharp edge in surprise attacks. Having nothing happen at all other than a bump would mean that his natural reaction would become an overreaction.

So the Sirithen man bumped into Raezel, then lied about being in a hurry. He left, she raged, and...

[i]Idiot excuse.[/i]

...Isidore moved, his own steps mirroring the Sirithen's as they got closer and closer to the core of the market. Maintaining a distance of two meters, enough to speak but not enough to threaten, he said, [b]"Don't run. Keep walking. Explain."[/b]

One could not yet know for certain, after all, whether the pickpocketing of a demon seed was the man's intention or just thievery gone wrong. And in polite society, Isidore would presume ignorance before guilt, stupidity before malice. Couldn't so well as get into real trouble on his first night in Gloomhaven, now could he?