As the man greets him, Lorrick struggles to carry two large rucksacks on either shoulder, precariously balancing them by shifting their weight from one side to the next. The stranger was blocking his way forward to the far-end of the market. Exasperated, he rubs the trinket in his hand ever harder and drops his wares on the ground with a thud. Lifting his gaze from his bags to the man, disregarding the question, he answers in turn: "May you point me to the market overseer? I have wares to sell.".
The gentleman's enthusiastic smile dims and turns to a grin. "Sure enough.", he says, pointing to a stout guard tower at the far-end of the square.
"Thank you.", Lorrick responds dutifully. With the man seemingly wanting to ask another question, he picks up his wares with a grunt and presses forward, pushing the man slightly to the left to clear the way.
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