Faeril headed through the city, giving Reyvadin a nod as he saw the human man begin to follow him. He could handle himself if a situation called for it, but it was always better to have an ally he could rely on if things got ugly. While Reyvadin wasn't as practical as Migi or Raddek, he was competent in a fight and that's all that really mattered. As they went farther into the city, they passed by a variety of people. Most of whom, Faeril noticed, were armed and armored. With that many non-guardsmen brandishing weapons either the city was particularly dangerous or there would be plenty of work for their little band of budding mercenaries. Hopefully it was the latter but they would be ready for the former. He made note of the brothel for later. He didn't have enough money now, but when he did it'd be a good thing to keep in mind. 

As they went farther in, they reached the self-proclaimed 'Old City' where evidently the rich citizens of Varone lived. The buildings and the people all got nicer, though they were connected in strange ways. Who would want to live where your neighbors could easily walk into your home? Perhaps it was for city defense, if an enemy breached the outer walls they could be fired at from the walkways, he supposed. Of course, with richer citizens came those seeking to tear them down. They passed by the mob throwing rocks at an estate and Faeril picked up his pace as he saw the guards marching in to disrupt them. He didn't want to be dragged into the fight, or slaughter depending on how brave the mob was, and lumped in with the mob by the guards. At least somethings never changed. The guards were more concerned with the rich part of town than the poor, that was true of everywhere.

Finally they found a marketplace that had what he was looking for. A fellow dwarf would doubtlessly offer him some coin for the normal crossbow, and Varone's Weave sounded like just the place to get properly fitted clothes so that he no longer looked like a brigand. Faeril made a note of Reyvadin heading to the smiths and then continued on his way. They didn't need to be attached at the hip but Faeril wanted to know where his allies were. As Faeril was looking around, seeing if there was anything else he could spend his money on, a tug was suddenly felt at his jerkin. 

Faeril looked over to see a boy. Before he could tell the annoying child to leave him be, the boy requested to die. Faeril blinked, caught off-guard by the request, before leaning in and whispering. "Money first, I'm not killing someone and then searching a corpse to find nothing. And why would a child like you want to die so badly?" As he spoke he felt for his coins and equipment and looked around. This could very easily be a trap for the boy's gang to mug him or for the boy to try to pickpocket his money or possessions. If either were true, Faeril would grant his request whether it was real or not.
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Perception: 6+1 Faeril is looking around to see if anyone else is watching the boy, and looking for signs that this is a trap. [/hider]