Raul replies "For Nikko, I will be strong."
The trio heads out among the crowds checking out the merchants' stalls. There are all sorts of merchandise on display: clothing, jewelry, masks, art, fruits and vegetables, drink, pots, and even some weapons.
Raul looks around carefully, talking to some of the merchants and looking closely at certain items. Yet each time, in the end, he shakes his head and moves on.
The crowds around you part abruptly, disgorging a sleek black horse mounted by an extraordinarily handsome noble. In his mid-thirties, he has a long drooping mustache and a scar down his right cheek. He is wearing a hunter's leathers and tail black leather riding boots and a plumed wide-brimmed hat.
It is the man you encountered while in the wilderness. He glares down at you from the saddle, hand on the sheathed rapier at his knee, not a glimmer of recognition in his face or voice, only haughty disdain: "Out of my way, you rabble!"
In the wake of the mounted nobleman, six exhausted retainers are jogging behind their master's horse, dragged along by a pack of hounds held tightly in reign. The emaciated dogs struggle at their leashes frantically in the direction of the food vendors by the street before one of the retainers lashes them brutally with a leather crop.
The trio heads out among the crowds checking out the merchants' stalls. There are all sorts of merchandise on display: clothing, jewelry, masks, art, fruits and vegetables, drink, pots, and even some weapons.
Raul looks around carefully, talking to some of the merchants and looking closely at certain items. Yet each time, in the end, he shakes his head and moves on.
The crowds around you part abruptly, disgorging a sleek black horse mounted by an extraordinarily handsome noble. In his mid-thirties, he has a long drooping mustache and a scar down his right cheek. He is wearing a hunter's leathers and tail black leather riding boots and a plumed wide-brimmed hat.
It is the man you encountered while in the wilderness. He glares down at you from the saddle, hand on the sheathed rapier at his knee, not a glimmer of recognition in his face or voice, only haughty disdain: "Out of my way, you rabble!"
In the wake of the mounted nobleman, six exhausted retainers are jogging behind their master's horse, dragged along by a pack of hounds held tightly in reign. The emaciated dogs struggle at their leashes frantically in the direction of the food vendors by the street before one of the retainers lashes them brutally with a leather crop.