You head to the local marketplace and begin silently walking past the stalls as a small crowd of people begins to form in the early hours of this foggy morning. You had hoped more people would be up and about by now to help mask you from the eyes of the merchants. Your robes were a dead giveaway to any lawbreaker who spotted them and any skilled trader knew how to hide the illegal stuff from any prying eyes or slippery tongues. If you were to get anything done today you'd have to avoid drawing attention to yourself.
After taking a quick look around the market you head over to a small bench on the corner and take a moment to rest your feet. Your gut told you that something was off about this place, but it would be impossible to find out anything with everyone having their guard up around you. "If I stay much longer I might be late for work, but unless more people show up I won't be able to blend in with the crowd." you say as you think over your options. Eventually you decide to...
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