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Message: <blockquote data-quote="kinem" data-source="post: 4964416" data-attributes="member: 24234">"I can give you change for that" the guard says, and holds forth two silver pieces, which he trades for the gold."Sure, the more travellers I process, the more coin I make.  Seems fair enough" the guard says as he binds the swords of the reluctant Kynar.  He pockets the gold, but does put five silver into the other bag."If you're really interested in working for the guard, go to the barracks tomorrow.  It's south from here, near the docks.  Mind you, it takes more than just knowing which end of a sword to hold.  You have to be loyal to the Duke.  In the meantime, enjoy the Festival of Lucor."Beyond the gate swirls a crowd of people.  With the tax paid and their weapons bound, the party proceeds into the city, making their way down the crowded street, and towards the shop the guard had recommended for buying daggers.Mud churned up by stumbling dancers cakes on the crowd’s boots. People jostle each other, straining for a look at acrobats, knife-throwers, dancing bears, and minstrels. The smells of sewage, grilled meats, breads, sweat, and wine mingle in a strange, but inoffensive odor.Suddenly the crowd sways to the sides of the street. The music fades and changes to bells and chanting. Statues carried by several men seem to float above the heads of the crowd. A sedan chair, borne on the shoulders of clerics, follows.“The procession is coming!” shouts a young boy.The procession stops. Something is happening at its front. Three men are arguing.A general hush falls over the crowd as everyone moves back from the procession. Two men, one small, plump, and pockmarked and the other tall and lean, are arguing with the lead bearer of the sedan chair.Angrily, the small, plump man says to the lead bearer, “Bald-headed fool, do you Torenescu think you own the street? There’s space for all of us, without your ape-like behavior!”The lead bearer contemptuously waves a rod in the small man’s face. “Out of the way of the Procession of Lucor, Radu rubble!”The tall, lean man spits towards the nearby statue and says, “That old fool? You make me laugh!”The lead bearer strikes the tall man, knocking him into the filth. The smaller man tenses, ready to lunge.ooc: Do you do anything or just watch?</blockquote>

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