Bron would finally arrive at the port he had been looking for, he was getting tired of wasting his coin at smaller settlements. He smelled in the fresh breeze as he would crack his knuckles, grunting. His eyes darted towards the bazaar, noticing the items that looked so easy to take when no one was watching. He scoffed at the traders and how pathetic they looked to him. He would sigh, noticing who he assumed to be a trader coming up to him.
Bron is approached by a well-dressed gentleman who looks upon you with a big smile. “Welcome!” He began. “What brings you to this lovely city? Adventure? Wealth? Or some grand aspirations to elevate your place in society?”
Bron gave the well-dressed man a scoff, muttering some curses under his breath as he pushed past the man. He could hear the man yelling at him in the back as he made his way back towards his usual business.
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