Arthur darts his eyes across the man before him, then narrows them with disarming intent. He slowly steps forward, with large commanding strides, until his chin invades the space around the well-dressed gentlemen.
“What brings me to this city, sir”, Arthur begins, tilting his head to encourage the discomfort of the gentlemen, “will reveal itself when the time is right”. For the first time in far too many seconds, Arthur blinks his eyes, the right a little sooner than the left, and he brushes his shoulder past the gentlemen as he progresses into the market. His eyes dart once more, with information from the scene almost physically digitizing into eyes as he makes sense of his new environment. A small smirk is unstoppable as he edges closer to a particular stall, but he makes sure to remove it. He crouches to the cobbled ground and picks up a coin, shining through its muck. He gentle places it into his pocket, and returns to his height.
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