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His gaze followed to where the guardsman pointed, and the look on the farmers face soured slightly "[color=F1B338]I can't say I do know mister, I can't say I do.[/color]" he weren't too learned in math or finances but from the looks of it, Clive could only guess it'd cost it's weight in quarters "[color=F1B338]But listen here mister we-[/color]" Clive was about to offer to help the owners of the house or the authorities to clean up the rubble but a shout cut him short, air filling with the rattling clang of a bell.

Clive gripped the handle of the shovel slung over his shoulder just a little tighter, this wasn't no prank and it certainly wasn't a joke cause if it were it wasn't a funny one that was for dang sure. Beneath the wide brim of his straw-hat, the farmer bit the side of his mouth as a shadow crossed his face. Clive wasn't an army vet like his pappy had been, he didn't know the end of a gun let alone the butt of a sword when it came to fighting but he was taught to help his fellow man by the teachings of his folks and their cockamamey beliefs.

But these folks were in some kind of danger, the people who were once gawking at them were now rushing from their homes as the sound of the bell rang through the narrow streets and alleyways of the town as it dimmed in the light of the sun making it's way across the sky. 

Clive squintily gazed towards the heavens after watching the lady with her crossbow and a heart full of courage run off towards the east gate, a few others followed but Clive wasn't made for the battlefield he was made for the fields he worked with plow and till. He wasn't a fighter but he sure as hell wasn't a yellow-bellied coward neither "[color=F1B338]I ain't gonna stand round' gawking at the purdy view.[/color]" shifting the weight of the shovel on his shoulder, Clive turned his head from one side to the other working-out the kink in his neck.

Then he moseyed on, so to speak; carrying on his way down the street, stopping to offer his assistance to people who looked like they needed the help.