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*Harwen directs a big smile towards the man and stands a little taller "Aye! all of those sound agreeable to me." *He'd say, as his gaze drifts over the wide variety of shops in the bazaar, giving a whistle. "But where to start! Do you think good sir that you could point me in the direction of where I could find work in this city?" *Harwen raises an eyebrow towards the gentlemen, his eyes focusing on the gentleman's garments.