Argo stood firmly, taking in all that he could of his new, unfamiliar surroundings, of people chattering, of deals being made. A bazaar wasn't what Argo was accustomed to, but he knew there must be so many wares and goods that he'd take a liking to. His mind began to drift, he thought of purchasing a new dagger, some rich, exotic timber too. But then he was snapped out of this trance by the approach of a foreign man, someone who was unlike the others here, he just didn't fit in.
"Oh? Me? I'm here because... well, because I can be. I'm travelling far and wide, and this city just happens to be one of my stops. Why do you ask?" Argo queried the man, unsure of his motivations, untrusting of his attitude and attire.
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