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Message: <blockquote data-quote="DEFCON 1" data-source="post: 3216451" data-attributes="member: 7006">Skarghash leaves the Orien station and begins walking through the streets of Newthrone.  It is a bright day, if not a little chilly, and everywhere he looks people are hurrying about.  Newthrone is a city of over 23,000 people... and he has to wonder if they are all out and about today because the streets are PACKED.  Skarghash holds in his hand the address of where he should go to enlist in the training course taught by the Valenar elf Zendarrill Lorren, and he starts moving through the streets... keeping his eyes peeled for any signage that might help him along.  He finds that despite the crowds, he is able to walk along with a minimum of difficulty because everyone seems to immediately part around him.  Apparently the Watchman uniform he wears is not enough to put folks at ease, as far as his appearance is concerned.  His raggedy hair, the slight drooling... people know better than to get in Skarg's way.However, there is one small lad who doesn't seem bothered by him.  As a matter of fact, this young human boy of about eight who was sitting in front of booth across the street rushes right up to him holding a small wooden horse and begins speaking.  "Horsie?  Horsie sir?  Only ten coppers!  Would my master like a horsie for sale?  Just ten!  Carved it myself, I did!  A steal for just ten coppers!"</blockquote>